Fuera de Cobertura
Malos Vicios
Out of Coverage
I feel something weird, I'm mutating
Towards a state of permanent impermeability
I'm becoming less and less human
Feeding back on inconsequential matter
With an immune system to external reality
And its moral judgments
Maybe I've been inoculated with informational anesthesia
Along with other trivialities
Tagged and vacuum-packed
Isolated in my bubble of vanities
Out of coverage and out of service
And out of danger also out of their reach
Morphine for the middle class
On every corner, in every store
In shopping malls
I don't know if you've noticed
From there, I have all my needs covered
Overstimulated, overprotected
Over-idiotized, overall empty
Sorry if I haven't apologized for
Taking advantage of so many comforts
You've never made it clear to me
If I'm above or below
My possibilities
