The world is an excrement

I say fuck it all

With much pride

we have talent

We are intelientes

Porra, does not have nothing worse

That ignorant people

Of the will to dive In a swimming pool

That it drowns in them and sends in them

happy Intelligence pra that?

If we only use it In our bookshelf

The important one now It is to be what you do not want to be

E yes what

The idiots

They want to make of you

Each word It is as a punhal in my chest

You pull out piece for piece

Of me

E the anger…

Already it is a drug

To have that to go the school

To be seen as its inverse one Incarado

E as invisible

E the people our return

They transform everything into more difficult

Each word It is as a punhal in my chest

You pull out piece for piece

Of me

E the anger is my vice now

For having fear

E to cry

The revenge is my allied

E together we go to kill you

When I to fall

To pull I go you

For the chains that do not allow me to fly and to look at I go you

Until obtaining its eyes to blind

I am pain

That he will possess its will of living

E is my ghost

That it runs behind you

Until you to die

(that it dies)

Each word It is as a punhal in my chest

You pull out piece for piece

Of me

E the anger is my vice now

For having fear

E to cry

The revenge is my allied

E together we go to kill you

(that it dies)