Sigo Creyendo
La Vela Puerca
Still Believing
I'm rotting away
Sitting in my chair, aging
I keep believing
That I live in limbo, that nothing can kill me
I have for sale
My old wickedness, my violence
The one that feeds
The news reports, the blood you spread on your bread
The one that drowns you while keeping you updated
On the morbid reality shows
They make you an idiot, addicted to doctrines
And a slave to your TV
I'm lying to myself
Pretending to laugh and faking
Because I don't understand
If I'm going to hell and no one will forgive me
But I can't speak my truths
That offend your own truth
My arguments are deadly shots
That will always fight back
I'm rotting away
Sitting in my chair, aging
I keep believing
That I live in limbo, that nothing can kill me
I'm running away
From those who thrive on fear
Who are experts
In devious plans, and talking with yesterday's news
Those who devour technology
Find a solution for everything
Advertisements that invade your life
The bullets of involution
