Entrevista Sin Salida
El sudor le escurria por toda la cara
De pies y de manos amarrado estaba
Aquel individuo que habian levantado
Por ordenes de aquel que no imaginaba
Un elite tactico de encapuchados
Con armas y calacas por todos lados
Enseguida lo llevan para una casa
Ahi lo ensillaron y lo interrogaban
Para quien trabajas, ke es lo que planeaban
Cual es tu funcion y de que te encargabas
El hombre callado no respondia nada
Pero su comportamiento aun cambiaba
Al ver la presencia de aquel que llegaba
El terror en su rostro se reflejaba
Mas al encontrarse con el que llamaban
El ondeado un perfeccionista en batallas
El decapitante arrebatador de almas
El sujeto sabia lo que le esperaba
De gritos el hombre la casa llenaba
El ondeado lentamente torturaba
Los cortes al cuerpo y golpes a la cara
La sangre brotaba y su rostro manchaba
Sin remordimiento dolor le causaba
Para ver si el individuo cooperaba
Todos esos metodos que utilizaba
Fueron suficientes pa que el tipo hablara
Dio los nombres de los que participaban
Todos los planes que en mente llevaban
Su funcion era ubicar a los que estan
Trabajando con el cartel culiacan
Apoco eso es todo de lo que te encargas
El ondeado con calma le preguntaba
Con una voz quebrada si contestaba
Sin esperanza de que lo liberaran
Un cuchillo fue lo ultimo que miraba
Y el rostro de aquel que lo decapitaba
Dead End Interview
Sweat was dripping all over his face
Tied up by feet and hands, he was
That individual they had picked up
By orders of the one he never imagined
A tactical elite of hooded men
With weapons and skeletons all around
They immediately took him to a house
There they saddled him and interrogated him
Who do you work for, what were you planning
What is your role and what were you in charge of
The silent man didn't respond at all
But his behavior was still changing
Seeing the presence of the one who arrived
The terror in his face was reflected
But upon meeting the one they called
The waved one, a battle perfectionist
The decapitator, soul snatcher
The man knew what awaited him
The man filled the house with screams
The waved one slowly tortured
Cuts to the body and punches to the face
Blood was flowing and staining his face
Without remorse, he caused pain
To see if the individual cooperated
All those methods he used
Were enough for the guy to talk
He gave the names of those involved
All the plans they had in mind
His role was to locate those
Working with the Culiacan cartel
Is that all you're in charge of
The waved one calmly asked
With a broken voice, if he answered
Without hope of being released
A knife was the last thing he saw
And the face of the one who decapitated him