Stimulate your epidermic protection. Like an endogamic degeneration. I hope, I will meet you in the otherside. Where the sunbeams never shines.
We live in the middle age between God and death. You cannot chase our soul. Only when your paradise will be lost.
God is an illusion of the gregarious man. The moral is a convention of the power estament. The Berlin Wall is downed come in postmodernity. It's hard to believe in the class dichotomy.
We live in the middle age between God and death. You cannot chase our soul. Only when your paradise will be lost.
I spent my time in a bottle of wine,
My last glass was my last fight.
The lonely words are smashing to the wall,
Well, it's a picture of hopeless in to the hall.
I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.
I can't understand the smile on your face.
You seem dominated by the God's grace.
Your confidence, you know man, it's make me sick.
You are like the guardian of philantrophy.
I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.
Every moral system, you know, is fucking down,
I can't read the message, well, I'm so loud.
A pathetic attitude without ontological dudes.
A metaphysical shame, prototype mind.
I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.
If you got the answers,
Well I got the questions for you,
They are searching another chance for leaving out of the sins avenue.
ZOMBIE'S REBELLION
They have the strenght of their faith,
And it makes me feel so much disturbed.
The hopeless of a dreamer,
And a nasty screamer,
We are the hot steel,
And we don't have empathy.
We are hunting the moral,
the moral threat.
The rebellion of the zombies is there again,
It's time to scream.
Sick boys, sick girls are hanging out the street.
The new gang against society.
Oh poor little man you suck off.
Come to our side to find truth on.
They said me your are so fool,
You are gambling for lose.
I said them a clue,
Well everything starts with a due.
We are hunting the moral,
the moral threat.
The rebellion of the zombies is there again,
It's time to scream.
Sick boys, sick girls are hanging out the street.
The new gang against society.
They have the strenght of their faith,
And it makes me feel so much disturbed.
The hopeless of a dreamer,
And a nasty screamer,
We are the hot steel,
And we don't have empathy.
I'm a cryptic man,
I'm my own slave,
I'm anonymous,
This downtown is not glamorous.
Here you can find your soul.
Among the mass you will be lost.
Now your dreams have no form.
All in this place is transformed.
I can smell white necks and black ties corruption.
I'm in the big city.
I wake up everyday with fresh pollution.
I'm in the big city.
The ephimeral fashions,
Teenage lobotomy,
Socialization process,
The values flowing in the wind,
Vanity in the showcases,
Aseptic faces in the street,
Frivolity can be a passion,
Don't worry about infinity.
I can smell white necks and black ties corruption.
I'm in the big city.
I wake up everyday with fresh pollution.
I'm in the big city.
Scenes of vanguard and decay on grey.
I'm in the big city.
Paradigm of tecnological and leisure society.
I'm the big city.
We can talk about the things we did wrong, But I can say now I got the reasons to be strong. If I could show everything that I can lose. All I've chosen would be a little curse. There isn't a second chance under the shadow of sorrow. I stay deep inside my hole, and you know, is really unknown. Now I feel well and I don't wanna come the rage. I don't need to gamble with my heart for a new taste.
All I know is that, I'm a subject with my own representations. We can imagine the world like a new innovation. Sometime ago I thought the rules were established. I believed that by my mediocrity, I was marked. But now I know the humankind is an abstract concept, Fight and learn for built your own way and moment. We can be like a wild horse out of the competition of the race. We can be a wolf like an untamed spirit, yeah.
This is an elegy for individuality You and me is an exercise of empathy. This is an elegy for individuality. I can't recognize any authority.
Esta canción habla sobre el concepto que aplica Foucault en su análisis de las formas de poder. Foucault coge como ejemplo a un filósofo utilitarista del XIX, Bentham. Este hombre había diseñado un tipo de penitenciaria que consistía en un gran torreón central de control y la disposición de pabellones radiales, el panóptico. El objetivo era que los funcionarios de prisión pudieran vigilar a los presidarios sin ser vistos por ellos. La filosofía foucaultiana trata de explicar que el poder se ejerce de igual manera, se inocula en todos los estratos sociales siendo difícilmente observable y eludible. El poder consigue su victoria definitiva cuando el padre lo ejerce sobre su hijo, el capataz sobre el peón, el profesor sobre el alumno, el doctor o el psicólogo sobre el paciente... En definitiva, nos implica a todos en el ejercicio del poder porque todos lo ejecutamos sobre alguien.
This song talks about the concept applies Foucault's analysis of the forms of power. Foucault takes the example of a nineteenth century utilitarian philosopher, Bentham. This man had designed a kind of prison that consisted of a large central control tower and pavilions radial arrangement, the panopticon. The aim was that prison officials watch the convicts could not be seen by them. Foucauldian philosophy tries to explain that the power is exercised in the same way, is inoculated in all social strata being hardly observable and avoidable. The power gets its final victory when the father has it on his son, the foreman on the pawn, the teacher on the student, the doctor or psychologist on the patient ... In short, it involves everyone in the exercise of power because we all run over someone.
I got a mental disorder.
I'm in a disconnected order.
I got no ethic rules in my brain.
I feel like an insane man.
Everything that I believed was a mistake.
And now, you know, I don't have anything else to take.
I'm between two ways and no one seems on grace.
Everything that I believed was a mistake.
I'm a crusher in a wild joke.
I'm the king of fools without a crown.
The wolves are hunting, are they behind me?
I never thought that I could be free.
Everything that I believed was a mistake.
And now, you know, I don't have anything else to take.
I'm between two ways and no one seems on grace.
Everything that I believed was a mistake.
I still remember when everyday was a sunny day.
It seems a long time away, I wish it could have stayed.
All my mind is trying to escape, trying to see another way.
Suicide is travelling across my head,
I don't why I don't care.
I wasted my time, but it was so fun.
I don't want to get it out.
I should be young forever.
But it will be so easy together.
Another day I met with an old friend,
Who never knew my name.
He said me: "Hey man I'm very glad to see you again".
We tried something different,
I think it became an obssession stand.
I was looking for on my own.
So many ways were wrong.
I wasted my time, but it was so fun.
I don't want to get it out.
I should be young forever.
But it will be so easy together.
