Distopia (feat. ill Sugar)
I don't know what awaits me
But I will triumph when I die
F*ck the fake kings
You confess to someone's hell
But I wait to judge myself
When you said goodbye
You promised not return, guy
You don't look behind the eyes
Silence has a price
Who cries who cries
I dedicate it to them
Few choirs 'n more content
Bare with me, step by step
Stay with me. here not east here not west
Do not tremble and give the kiss, man
This is not a test
Life is summed up in mistakes
Fuck them
Eh eh eh eh eh what up
Don't stop somos chicos de bar
Un saludito pal mundo, estamos en san blas
Solo existe el requiem cuando dejes de estar
Cuando la vida es dando vueltas por el mismo laberinto
Y sólo trae problemas el conejo blanco
Futuro incierto
Cada día es nuevo capítulo en black mirror
Otro título de prensa roza el thriller psicológico
Pronto tardaremos menos en acostumbrarnos
Aprovecha para pararte un segundo
Porque en poco son robotes los que piensen por nosotros
Crudo y puro
Claroscuros
Pensar en mañana y nada está seguro
Ceros, nulos
Está vacío
Trampas en el suelo como en videojuegos
Escapismos, alucino
Estamos prestaos pa los dígitos
Tu destino en una sucesión de números
Pa que te rebote la conciencia hasta el fondo
But I will triumph when I die
F*ck the fake kings
You confess to someone's hell
But I wait to judge myself
When you said goodbye
You promised not return, guy
You don't look behind the eyes
Silence has a price
Who cries who cries
I dedicate it to them
Few choirs 'n more content
Bare with me, step by step
Stay with me. here not east here not west
Do not tremble and give the kiss, man
This is not a test
Life is summed up in mistakes
Fuck them
Eh eh eh eh eh what up
Don't stop somos chicos de bar
Un saludito pal mundo, estamos en san blas
Solo existe el requiem cuando dejes de estar
Cuando la vida es dando vueltas por el mismo laberinto
Y sólo trae problemas el conejo blanco
Futuro incierto
Cada día es nuevo capítulo en black mirror
Otro título de prensa roza el thriller psicológico
Pronto tardaremos menos en acostumbrarnos
Aprovecha para pararte un segundo
Porque en poco son robotes los que piensen por nosotros
Crudo y puro
Claroscuros
Pensar en mañana y nada está seguro
Ceros, nulos
Está vacío
Trampas en el suelo como en videojuegos
Escapismos, alucino
Estamos prestaos pa los dígitos
Tu destino en una sucesión de números
Pa que te rebote la conciencia hasta el fondo
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Carlos Fernández
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