tirando el detonador (Mas Aya & Nick Hook's Versión)

Oh oh oh

From a long line of the

Rancidest swine came the violators

The cloven foot designers of high

Crime for the iron ages

Twisting down through time

See them tryna unwind creation

Don't be surprised

It's a mistake to think

Their influence had faded

"Well, what a wretched state

Of danger we've made here" I thought to me

Perhaps explaining years of self lobotomy

Toxicly perhaps explaining tears and even

Tears in my cosmology

You numb yourself for years and

It can wear upon you, honestly

These old foxes got a lotta

Plots to outfox us (Ayy)

Tryna divvy up and dump

In corresponding boxes, how obnoxious

Where the heart and mind connect

Expect them targeting like archers

You will not travel towards the light if

They're in charge of your departure

You'd think the universe forgot us the

Way the cursed pitch their product (Woo)

As though our spirit's not a fire that

Can't be snuffed or turned to dollars

Or the expanse across all space can't

Be contained in one small dollop

Now I see that it's the same moment

In history back to haunt us

And here we are again

Hello void, long time watcher

First time callin' in

Every cage built needs an occupant

Got a dead bolt, see 'em lock it in

Had a good run, but they stoppin' it

Wanna walk, man, to the coffin lid

Eat your heart out, fiction fan

Truly the truth's the stranger document

Mira, mírate y ahora mírame a mí, oh

Me río de tí, oh no hay un dolor

Hay un dolor que duele solo en las

Entrañas del pelo que tus alas mojó

Míralo tu, míralo tu

Quiero que se hacía, quiero que si no

Creo si no, no, no, no, no, no

Ayy, no lo creo jamás que duele tanto

Esa granada del mal y una Daga del mal

At best, life is difficult

Poor and you pitiful

Then every day's like a satanic ritual

Beautiful soul with a rogue and the criminal

How long must the holy

Hold onto they principles?

Kickin' and screamin' while

Watchin' the demons

Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals

My pastor say, "God has promised us paradise

Live a good life, it is pivotal"

I promised my mama that I would stay honest

But I want it all in the physical

And promise I'm honest

I'll probably be punished

'Cause keeping that promise too difficult

So picture me red as I sit on the bed

With my hands on my head and this pistol too

Why the fuck must I be miserable?

The devils, they do the despicable

And still, they move like they invincible

These filthy criminals sit at the pinnacle

Doin' the typical, keepin' us miserable

Takin' the most and providin' the minimal

Hate to sound cynical, but shit is pitiful

Times is just critical like Jimmy Savile

They cheerfully kill kids in a ritual

I'll murder the miserables

I'll make it all biblical

I'll cut off their heads

They'll beg for their life and

I'll put it up digital

Fuck the political, the mission is spiritual

A murderous miracle that was sent here

To just punish the terrible

Oh, no me arrepiento

Aunque lo siento que te dolió

Cuando te tire esa granada y te metí la Daga

Bien dentro de la sangre por hijo'e'puta

Por engañarme ma', que no