¿Quién soy yo?

Over the years, I've learned, to act like I'm distracted if necessary,
attacked from behind, I've been hurt,
so for motherfuckers, here I am.

Carefully, I've come out, almost unscathed from the punches received,
with kicks in the balls, they've sunk me,
I fight like any bastard fights.

My voice resurfaces, I'm the beast that shows its yellow teeth.
What people want, your normal lives lack heart.

- Who am I, another simple product questioning itself.
Who am I, another prime number that is no longer a person.
Who am I, whatever people want from Coca-Cola.
Who am I, a fucking sellout and don't think you're any better.

Questions in the air, a lot of smartasses who think they have the answers.
Neither nothing nor no one, this world is chaos and not even god can fix it.

- Who am I, another simple product questioning itself.
Who am I, another prime number that is no longer a person.
Who am I, whatever people want from Coca-Cola,
Who am I, a fucking sellout and don't think you're any better