Piedra Contra Tijera

They want to cut our tongue
With the scissors of intolerance
With the scissors of stubbornness
That of authority

They want to silence our voice
Because we don't think as they want
Because we want to be different
We want another reality

They want to shut our mouths
So nobody can hear us
So only their message is heard
And nobody can doubt

Those who manage perception
Only give voice to their masters
Submissive to the hand that pays them
Some are given voice and others are silenced

Mercenaries, ill-born
You don't fool anyone, you are already known
We all know who your owner is

Cheap it is for them to use their servants
To add fuel to the fire
To burn at the stake
The unfaithful to their regime

They want to cut our tongue
So nobody can hear us
So only their message is heard
And nobody can doubt

Scissors against paper
Rock against scissors
Scissors against paper
Rock against scissors

How cheap you are to their dogs
To add fuel to the fire
To burn at the stake
The unfaithful to their regime

Scissors against paper
Rock against scissors
Scissors against paper
Rock against scissors