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Marchitarse

38th Parallel

Wither

Forward he marches through scornful laughter
Undaunted eyes set on hopes of here after
A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way
And condemning glares say all hate can say

As he strides ever on steps
In time with his hearts rhythm and rhyme
To the end of his day
Forever seductive smile shatters sense
And bids him acquiesce from this solitary life

But we don't see
We've made ourselves blind
And we don't care
We've closed our minds
And we don't move
We're so paralyzed
And we, we sit in heartlessness
Watching him die

And we don't see
We've made ourselves blind
And we don't care
We've closed our minds
And we don't move
We're so paralyzed
And we, we sit in heartlessness
Watching him die

Dead to immunity, dead to society
Fearing the slow decay of dignity
The poster child for walking dead men
Longs for the now to be way back when

As he strides ever on steps
In time with his hearts rhythm and rhyme
To the end of his day
Forever seductive smile shatters sense
And bids him acquiesce from this solitary life

But we don't see
We've made ourselves blind
And we don't care
We've closed our minds
And we don't move
We're so paralyzed
And we, we sit in heartlessness
Watching him die

And we don't see
We've made ourselves blind
And we don't care
We've closed our minds
And we don't move
We're so paralyzed
And we, we sit in heartlessness
Watching him die

And I see him everyday along his road
Fading away manifest in the downcast
Recluse and outcast lepers of this age
The innocent in cage by paranoid, misinformed minds

Enter the champions of love so called singing loud
Grinning as they spit out their words, so proud
Hearts unmoved by songs and ideals?
Wading through the rhetoric to clutch something real

Don't see
We've made ourselves blind
Don't care
We've closed our minds
Don't move
We're so paralyzed
We sit in heartlessness
Watching him die

Don't see
We've made ourselves blind
Don't care
We've closed our minds
Don't move
We're so paralyzed
We sit in heartlessness
Watching him die

Marchitarse

Avanza marchando entre risas despectivas
Ojos intrépidos fijos en esperanzas de un más allá
Un guantelete de miradas penetrantes marca su camino
Y miradas condenatorias dicen todo lo que el odio puede decir

Mientras avanza paso a paso
Al compás de su corazón y su ritmo
Hasta el final de su día
Una sonrisa eternamente seductora destroza el sentido
Y le ordena aceptar esta vida solitaria

Pero no vemos
Nos hemos cegado
Y no nos importa
Hemos cerrado nuestras mentes
Y no nos movemos
Estamos paralizados
Y nosotros, sentados en la insensibilidad
Viéndolo morir

Y no vemos
Nos hemos cegado
Y no nos importa
Hemos cerrado nuestras mentes
Y no nos movemos
Estamos paralizados
Y nosotros, sentados en la insensibilidad
Viéndolo morir

Muerto a la inmunidad, muerto a la sociedad
Temiendo la lenta decadencia de la dignidad
El niño de cartel para los hombres muertos que caminan
Anhela que el ahora sea como antes

Mientras avanza paso a paso
Al compás de su corazón y su ritmo
Hasta el final de su día
Una sonrisa eternamente seductora destroza el sentido
Y le ordena aceptar esta vida solitaria

Pero no vemos
Nos hemos cegado
Y no nos importa
Hemos cerrado nuestras mentes
Y no nos movemos
Estamos paralizados
Y nosotros, sentados en la insensibilidad
Viéndolo morir

Y no vemos
Nos hemos cegado
Y no nos importa
Hemos cerrado nuestras mentes
Y no nos movemos
Estamos paralizados
Y nosotros, sentados en la insensibilidad
Viéndolo morir

Y lo veo todos los días en su camino
Desvaneciéndose manifiesto en la desolación
Recluso y marginado leprosos de esta era
Los inocentes enjaulados por mentes paranoicas y desinformadas

Entran los campeones del amor así llamados cantando fuerte
Sonriendo mientras escupen sus palabras, tan orgullosos
¿Corazones inmutables por canciones e ideales?
Abriéndose paso a través de la retórica para aferrarse a algo real

No vemos
Nos hemos cegado
No nos importa
Hemos cerrado nuestras mentes
No nos movemos
Estamos paralizados
Sentados en la insensibilidad
Viéndolo morir

No vemos
Nos hemos cegado
No nos importa
Hemos cerrado nuestras mentes
No nos movemos
Estamos paralizados
Sentados en la insensibilidad
Viéndolo morir

Escrita por: 38th Parallel / Tom Salta