I made a lot of mistakes
The moon saw how I escaped from my hometown
To one of many biggest metropolis
And I did not find honey in either
I moved to a ghetto in Mixcoac
I identified myself as a person
Who has no castle in India?
I started following other rules
I stopped having artificial rituals since I was a teenager
At the Church in Fraccionamiento Cordova
I left all my different age stages friends behind
I have always been a pariah
And my madness increased with Mezcal,
A maguey native to México
My country under green,
White, red dictatorship
I should be sad
My people do not need that excrement with blood
I cannot pass that this happen over again.
They must stop eating cows in tortillas
Lie on the grass and read the magazine Proceso
We need to be as dangerous as earthquakes
We cannot sleep under the their foundation of morality
I prefer to eat clouds and soil than
Buying NAFTA products.
That speech by the temporal resident
Is the failure of a country itself?
Hate is what is going to put down the system
War and drums
I want to be very far from Mexican land
How is that?
Express myself from Europe, Europe, Europe
First world no matter what?
With inclemency we fight back