ES:

Un comportamiento muy extraño últimamente,
con llamadas que contestas sigilosamente,
un olor particular y no es detergente,
y siempre me digo:
¨Está todo en mi cabeza¨.

Está todo en mi cabeza.

Cada vez que te hablo siempre estás ausente,
tienes un comportamiento muy ambivalente,
si te digo lo que siento te molestas
y siempre me dices:
que "está todo en mi cabeza"

Está todo en mi cabeza

Y ya no voy a seguir más
porque no tienes valor de decírmelo,
me da igual si estás o no estás,
es tu cinismo el que no puedo soportar.
Y hoy vienes a mí,
me pides que confíe en ti,
pero haces lo contrario,
me iré, dirás lo mismo porque ya lo sé,
que está todo en mi cabeza

Muchas cosas para hacer es lo que me sobra,
una fila tras de mí es lo que me sobra,
cuentos para escuchar es lo que me sobra,
para que me digas:
que "está todo en mi cabeza"

Está todo en mi cabeza

Y ya no voy a seguir más
porque no tienes valor de decírmelo,
me da igual si estás o no estás,
es tu cinismo el que no puedo soportar.
Y hoy vienes a mí,
me pides que confíe en ti,
pero haces lo contrario,
me iré, dirás lo mismo porque ya lo sé,
que está todo en mi cabeza

Está todo en mi cabeza.

Está todo en mi cabeza
y ya no voy a seguir más,
no tienes valor para hablar,
es hora de
sacarte de mi cabeza



EN:

A very strange behaviour lately,
with calls that you answer stealthily,
a particular smell and it's not detergent,
and I always say to myself:
"It's all in my head".

It's all in my head.

Every time I talk to you you are always absent,
you have a very ambivalent behaviour,
if I tell you how I feel you get upset
and you always tell me:
"it's all in my head".

It's all in my head

And I'm not going to continue anymore
because you don't have the courage to tell me,
I don't care if you're there or not,
it's your cynicism what I can't stand.
And today you come to me,
you ask me to trust you,
but you do the opposite,
I'll go away, you'll say the same thing because I already know,
that it's all in my head

Many things to do is what I have plenty of,
a line behind me is what I have plenty of,
stories to listen to is what I have plenty of,
for you to tell me:
That "it's all in my head"

It's all in my head

And I'm not going to continue anymore
because you don't have the courage to tell me,
I don't care if you're there or not,
it's your cynicism what I can't stand.
And today you come to me,
you ask me to trust you,
but you do the opposite,
I'll go away, you'll say the same thing because I already know,
that it's all in my head

It's all in my head.

It's all in my head
and I'm not going to go on anymore,
you don't have the courage to speak,
it's time to
get you out of my head

Knowledge is a burden, Ignorance will bring me peace
Knowledge is a burden and grey matter tastes so bitter
Knowledge is a burden, Ignorance will bring me peace
Knowledge is a burden, it shatters my fucking inner piece

Every morning I get horror, war, rape
Slaughter, gore, hate, it's more than I can take
I get a sore heart and a headache thinking of such poor fates
So I finish my coffee and just walk away

Close my eyes
Close my eyes, play it blind, face to problems I can't solve I don't mind
Me, myself, and I

I see it all happen, standing within the walls of freedom
I see that venom runs through the veins of this global kingdom
I see it all happen, Sugarman, won't you hit me with another blue pill
End my sorrow, I won't follow any rabbits, won't crawl
Down any fucking burrow
I won’t crawl down any burrow

I just want to live in this concrete paradise
Under a constellation of electric eyes, I was made to shine
I don't mind being spied; I have nothing to hide
I play the game by the rules and the game plays me for a fool
I play the game by the rules, the game plays me for a fool
I play the game by the rules, but the game plays me

They've brought mankind to ruin, like they've invested in coffins
The masses are growing so they'll give the dog a bone
Skip the lynching by throwing the first stone
Reveal the scapegoat

Select a minority, Black, Latino, Muslim
Will it be refugees ? They'll bomb them on the fucking beach

Hear the final countdown, all hope is lost
Sheeps are bleating around pieces of cloth

They all hail the nations when the world's at stake
Riot, war, invasions, be predator rather than prey
They all hail the nations, they'll take the fucking bait
Riot, war, invasions, how could this be a mistake ?

Battles are won by white collars
History is written with the ink of the victors
Follow the leader, believe their dogma, don't think
A fact is a fact, until the wheel spins, until empires waltz

Adhere to their cause, befallen revolutionaries
There's no freedom of thought
These bigots utilize a cross to justify their wrongs
with the blood on their hands
This world is too far gone

''Arise children of the nation
The day of glory has arrived
A putrid form of tyranny
Has raised its ugly banner
Can you hear them in the fields ?
Howling are these fearsome soldiers
They're dwelling inside the mist
To slit the throats of man, woman, and child''

Arise, children of the nation
With blood it's written on the walls
You have no rights, your life is controlled
And taken away unless you conform
This world is too far gone

We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black