Hocico

I see you confused there is no more left to see
Maybe it's the fear of a damned mental state
Dust in the air tempest invades your fantasy narcotics running
Infusing all your soul this age showed you another side of its
Face to take you down in a destructive path
Why are you wating to change the way of subsist? the time
Has gone over the thoughts of this mankind revenge in crowd
Everybody wants to kill now the mass media commands you to