I don't know what's going on... We're breaking our society and we just fight, we dig our grave, instead of showing unity. We will stay in decay, we will not follow the easy way.
I don't give a fuck, so fuck your stuff, we're showing you humility.
How can we beat the disinterest? The Crowd is made of old glories. There's no commitment, you're telling the same old stories.
WE ARE STILL FALLING.
WE HAVE THE WILL.
THIS TIME WE WILL
SET IT ON FIRE.
WE'RE THE BACKGROUND WARRIORS STRUGGLING FROM HELL (AND WILL NOT QUIT) IN A SHOWROOM OF EGOS BLINDED BY FAME. WHILE THEY'RE JUMPING OVERBOARD, NO-ONE'S HOLDING THE MAST. WE COULD SINK BUT THIS CHORD WON'T BE OUR LAST
Written by: Ander Xabier Tejadas, Borja Iriarte, Jesús Alecha, Manuel Ruiz Luque
