Así es todo hoy, No vengo, ni voy, Ni tengo, ni doy, No sé, no soy. Ni ayer ni hoy. This is all there is today, I don’t come, I don’t stray, Nothing to give, nothing to pay, I don’t know... I'm just decay. A pulse that beats by pure inertia now, Selling the silence, breaking every vow. The flesh surrenders to the cold machine, Just a hollow number in a digital scene. Glass-paved roads and cities made of smoke, The waste of a system, a bitter joke. No face, no trace, in the void I’m consumed, My own reflection... has turned into fumes. Inertia rules us, the spirit destroyed! A harvest of nothing, a life without noise
