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Orgies Bacchanals

Malón

Orgías Bacanales

Orgías bacanales,mientras el pueblo se come un garrón
No puedo negar, no puedo creer sólo quiero entender
La ironía con que presentan su jodida gestión
La injusticia con que dominan
El geno-s.i.d.a. es su patrón.
Si a ti no te pasa, que fácil que es
Cagarte de risa, servirle al poder
Proletarios de oficina apoyando el delirio evasor
Chirolitas de ropa fina gorilones de un turco ladrón
Si a ti no te pasa, que fácil que es
Cagarte de risa, servirle al poder, servirle.
Tejen los hilos del fraude, postulan la corrupción
Se engordan de vanidades maquinan la depresión
Rodeados de alcahuetes que abundan en las pantallas
Reglamentando controles a través de un monitor.
Pregonando su vil codicia ocultan su oscura intención
Rastrillaje de juventudes, peregrinos de la involución.
Si a ti no te pasa, que fácil que es
Cagarte de risa, servirle al poder, servirle

Orgies Bacchanals

Bacchanal orgies, while the people are screwed over
I can't deny, I can't believe, I just want to understand
The irony with which they present their damn management
The injustice with which they dominate
The geno-s.i.d.a. is their pattern
If it doesn't happen to you, how easy it is
To laugh at it, to serve the power
Office proletarians supporting the evasive delirium
Fine clothes puppets, lackeys of a thieving Turk
If it doesn't happen to you, how easy it is
To laugh at it, to serve the power, to serve
They weave the threads of fraud, advocate corruption
They fatten themselves on vanities, plot depression
Surrounded by sycophants that abound on screens
Regulating controls through a monitor
Preaching their vile greed, hiding their dark intention
Youth raking, pilgrims of involution
If it doesn't happen to you, how easy it is
To laugh at it, to serve the power, to serve

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