The world is an excrement
I say fuck it all
With much pride
we have talent
We are intelientes
Porra, does not have nothing worse
That ignorant people
Of the will to dive In a swimming pool
That it drowns in them and sends in them
happy Intelligence pra that?
If we only use it In our bookshelf
The important one now It is to be what you do not want to be
E yes what
The idiots
They want to make of you

Each word It is as a punhal in my chest
You pull out piece for piece
Of me
E the anger…

Already it is a drug
To have that to go the school
To be seen as its inverse one Incarado
E as invisible
E the people our return
They transform everything into more difficult

Each word It is as a punhal in my chest
You pull out piece for piece
Of me
E the anger is my vice now
For having fear
E to cry
The revenge is my allied
E together we go to kill you

When I to fall
To pull I go you
For the chains that do not allow me to fly and to look at I go you
Until obtaining its eyes to blind

I am pain
That he will possess its will of living
E is my ghost
That it runs behind you
Until you to die
(that it dies)

Each word It is as a punhal in my chest
You pull out piece for piece
Of me
E the anger is my vice now
For having fear
E to cry
The revenge is my allied
E together we go to kill you
(that it dies)