People (We're Chosen Ones)
People eat like there's no more tomorrow
People drink as if they never get high
People drive the wrong lanes with no sorrow
And people fuck like a beast in the night
People match people using their smartphones
And people find themselves so handsome at screen
People change people if they don't give cums
And people buy rubber people to fuck
But they don't know how to love
And they say you're just another stranger
They don't know how to talk
Don't even know how much unhappy they are
Find yourself inside this world
And fight, fight, fight
Against so much unfairness blurred
Hang tight, tight, tight
We're chosen ones!
People think they are saints under greed
And people live to post at social feeds
People bill to take care of your life
And people kill if you shake their beliefs
People defame upon our lives with no sorrow
Some people live to impose all their rules
Woe to us if we don't obey orders
The rumours says that we're always the fools
They don't know how to love
And they say you're just another stranger
They don't know how to talk
Can't barely know how much unhappy they are
Find yourself inside this world
And fight, fight, fight
Against so much unfairness blurred
Hang tight, tight, tight
We're chosen ones!
Gente (Somos los Elegidos)
La gente come como si no hubiera un mañana
La gente bebe como si nunca se pusieran ebrios
La gente conduce en los carriles incorrectos sin remordimientos
Y la gente folla como bestias en la noche
La gente se empareja usando sus teléfonos inteligentes
Y la gente se encuentra tan guapa en la pantalla
La gente cambia a otros si no dan placer
Y la gente compra personas de goma para follar
Pero no saben cómo amar
Y dicen que eres solo otro extraño
No saben cómo hablar
Ni siquiera saben cuánto infelices son
Encuéntrate dentro de este mundo
Y lucha, lucha, lucha
Contra tanta injusticia borrosa
Mantente firme, firme, firme
¡Somos los elegidos!
La gente piensa que son santos bajo la avaricia
Y la gente vive para publicar en redes sociales
La gente factura para cuidar de tu vida
Y la gente mata si cuestionas sus creencias
La gente difama nuestras vidas sin remordimientos
Algunas personas viven para imponer todas sus reglas
Ay de nosotros si no obedecemos órdenes
Los rumores dicen que siempre somos los tontos
No saben cómo amar
Y dicen que eres solo otro extraño
No saben cómo hablar
Apenas pueden saber cuánto infelices son
Encuéntrate dentro de este mundo
Y lucha, lucha, lucha
Contra tanta injusticia borrosa
Mantente firme, firme, firme
¡Somos los elegidos!
Escrita por: Mauro Cordeiro