1. |
Mírame
00:50
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Mírame a los ojos sin miedo
Sin estrellas en tu pecho
Vestido con un uniforme vacío
Mente asesina con arma legal
Dueño de la ley
No te tengo miedo
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2. |
Lucha de poder
01:47
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En la lucha de poder quien presiona el botón
No necesita de ti para su aprobación.
Se negocian vidas a conveniencia de los poderes
Mejor dinero que progreso.
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3. |
Paranoia
01:55
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Se oyen detonaciones
Dentro y fuera de los oídos
El fuego se convierte en paranoia
Toda mierda se hace paranoia
En la oscuridad, los gritos
En el silencio de todo sonido
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4. |
Saltamos el muro
01:33
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Hemos dejado la guerra atrás
Hemos saltado el muro
Hemos dejado la guerra atrás
Hemos soltado el apego
Y ahora somos todo y nada
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5. |
Siempre a la fuerza
01:28
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Ellxs han decidido que se deben formar naciones
Y matar por ellas
Se imponen fronteras, ideales, héroes.
Cuelgan mártires como carteles en las calles.
¡Se impone siempre!
Su violencia es miedo,
Su ignorancia es ego.
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6. |
Reacciona / Cuestiona
01:36
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¿Estoy hablando con la pared?
Reacciona, reacciona
De brazos cruzados y boca cerrada
Es cobardía, no dices nada
Reacciona!
Mueve, reclama, debate, reacciona!
Mueve, reclama, debate, cuestiona!
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