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lyrics
Lumbre de alambre y poco más, id a un espejo y confesad dónde están las páginas que faltan, arrancadas de la realidad. Cien millones olvidados, no os molestarán bajo la cama enterrados. Pasáis de las barricadas a las terrazas… cuánto reclamáis que estéis dispuestos a dar. Sois el humo de la hoguera, buscando la falta ajena; un peso muerto que arrastramos todos los demás. No habéis visto nunca el hambre sobre un plato, pero cómo muerde el personaje por el fuego fatuo que os hinche aún más el globo de la vanidad. No es que os lleve la corriente de la sociedad, es que os va arrastrando el lodazal, devotos feligreses en las redes, como peces que se han dejado atrapar, con el dedo en alto esperando a alguien en quien clavarlo, a quien señalar, y un día sin más, se rompe el primer cristal. Las guerras que no luchasteis jamás, no las vais a poder ganar soñando, contando sólo la mitad, como si el bien y el mal no se pudieran mezclar para engendrar al bastardo que os vuelva otra vez a engañar.
Humo de hogueras eternas, el peso muerto que arrastramos todos los demás.
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Deadweight
Fire of wire and little else, get a mirror and confess where the missing pages are, torn from reality. A hundred million forgotten, they will not bother you buried under the bed. You go from barricades to terraces... how much do you demand that you are willing to give?. You're just the smoke from the bonfire, looking for the fault of others; a dead weight the rest of us are forced to drag. You have never seen hunger on a plate, but how the character bites for the fleeting fancy that inflates your vanity ever more. You're not driven by society, but dragged through mud. your devoted parishioners on the net, like fish willing to be caught, with your fingers raised, waiting for someone to whom to nail, to whom to point out, and one day like others, the first window will be broken. The wars you never fought, you won’t win by dreaming, counting just half, as if good and evil could not be blended to breed the bastard who will fool you again.
Smoke of eternal bonfires, the dead weight the rest of us drag.
Humo de hogueras eternas, el peso muerto que arrastramos todos los demás.
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Deadweight
Fire of wire and little else, get a mirror and confess where the missing pages are, torn from reality. A hundred million forgotten, they will not bother you buried under the bed. You go from barricades to terraces... how much do you demand that you are willing to give?. You're just the smoke from the bonfire, looking for the fault of others; a dead weight the rest of us are forced to drag. You have never seen hunger on a plate, but how the character bites for the fleeting fancy that inflates your vanity ever more. You're not driven by society, but dragged through mud. your devoted parishioners on the net, like fish willing to be caught, with your fingers raised, waiting for someone to whom to nail, to whom to point out, and one day like others, the first window will be broken. The wars you never fought, you won’t win by dreaming, counting just half, as if good and evil could not be blended to breed the bastard who will fool you again.
Smoke of eternal bonfires, the dead weight the rest of us drag.
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