El Viejo Galeón
Kraken
The Old Galleon
Civilize, civilize, civilize civilization
Civilize, civilize, civilize civilization
(...everyone to port... everyone to starboard...)
Get civilized... civilization...
Get civilized... civilization...
They teach us that moving forward, on a ship without a helm,
Is better than rethinking, our lives out of control.
Prison of minds, self-destruction,
It's the path of the dead,
On an old galleon.
They force us to learn, a stagnant education,
Only to drain, our blood in promotion.
Death to the thinkers, death to the trailblazer,
The admiral screams loud...
On his ship corroded by the sun.
Everyone to port... everyone to starboard.
Everyone in control and out of control, we're all at the helm.
