Miserable

Behind the shield of some media outlet,
A fictional journalist
Feeds his addiction of pure detractor
With all his delusions of omnipotence
And without hesitation, seeks in some way
To inject his poison into the information

Miserable being,
You can't see anymore
That today I'm still standing
I won't listen to all your nonsense
And I won't stop under your feet

They carry on their backs the heavy burden
Of some accusation
Filling spaces with their inventions
And their mediocrity
Entangling people in the dirty webs
Of confusion
But on the way, you won't see me defeated,
Because you are by my side

Miserable being,
You can't see anymore
That today I'm still standing
I won't listen to all your nonsense
And I won't stop under your feet

Miserable being,
You can't see anymore
That today I'm still standing
I won't listen to all your nonsense
And I won't stop under your feet