Para que no muera.

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Overtura

La prensa esclaviza, las palabras liberan, que contradicción más oportuna.
La violencia reprime y enfocada en la dirección correcta, libera.
Las opiniones guían, en ocasiones desvían.
Los sabíos son perseguídos, los imbéciles dominan (o eso creen).
Los que callan son espectadores, los que se atreven a abrir la boca son actores, un actor puede ser lo que sea.

Free as a bird

Draw

I give up

I give up all

It’s not tiredness

Maybe it’s sickness

Of the body and the mind

The last few howls

In my mind

If such place is real

So fearful and weak

So powerful to be fixed

Chained to your new schedules

Routine scares you

So heavy it has become

To push it out your door

Much left on the road

Much of it what you called love

I swear it’s not my fault

I have lost

Your children need a home

Need to learn they are alone

Your time on earth is getting shorter

Your dreams are not so expensive

Become more real

A frustration

A resignation

In the mid night

You find the time

To draw a smile

Upon your face

Your face

The empire

wether you cut off the rope
of your limbs
the kings and queens will go on
off with our heads
boring a fracture

as we
keep looking around
clueless like dogs
punching to ourselves
prices up
the will goes down

you might have power
you might be upstairs
but through your lies
we're able to reach
the truth you hid
behind despair

it was a trick
we are the tools
to built the empire
these visions decive
as we go down