Tóxico Destino - Santaflow, Kako M.

Rímel a prueba de bombas de Corea del Norte a Islas

Tacones de punta en arenas movedizas, milagros y estigmas

Ya probó el pelo largo, las trenzas, la cresta

Ya se afeitó media cabeza

Ya compró por eBay extensiones

Ya rezó a Dios, a Buda, a Alá y a Satán, a Krishna

Ya fumó, esnifó

Se metió ácido dentro del párpado

Ya cocinó entre químicos su tóxico destino

Ya orinó sobre un pervertido

Ya probó el bondage imprudente, el sexo asesino

El gangbang, DP con un follón de hippies y no es suficiente

Ya cantó borracha «I always love you»

Ya adoró a Kurt Cobain

Y después lo odió cuando descubrió a Muse

Ya se hizo bisexual, pansexual, antrosexual, demisexual y asexual

¿¡Por qué!?

¡Porque la vida me aburre y nada es mucho!

Porque me siento una imbécil al sonreír en un mundo mustio

Porque me odio a mí, odio a mi país, odio a mi gente

Porque es obligatorio sentir el odio para sentirme inteligente

Ya ha sido filósofa en Twitter, activista en Facebook

Modelo en Instagram de andar por casa

Analfabeta en el Whatsapp

Ya prometió no amar

Ya le rompieron el corazón de niña

Ya se manifestó sin saber que se manifestaba contra sí misma

Ya se ha tatuado símbolos de ideologías contrapuestas

Quiere ser más que nadie

Tener respuestas a esa pregunta eterna

«Más que nadie» ese es su lema

Ella mostró soluciones sin preguntarse si ella era el problema

Y es que tiene un infierno dentro

Y ese sufrir le hace sentir que ella es el centro

Del universo, pero eso es un mal cuento

Que se cuenta y no se da cuenta, es otro intento

De llamar la atención, la misma canción, pero

Pasa la vida y no hay salida de ese averno

Cada fase sólo fue un parche, el fuero interno

Lo sabe y a veces nace un remordimiento

La disonancia cognitiva, en contra 'el tiempo

Quiso escapar

Ella se sintió diferente y buscó gente igual

Que paradoja la persona y su necesidad

De pertenecer a rebaños y reconfortar

Una conciencia con mentiras para soportar

Estar con ella misma un día y otro día más

Con paranoia va matando la objetividad

Quiere vivir dentro de una burbuja de cristal y estar

Justificando cada acto miserable con su verdad

Qué fácil es echar la culpa de lo que siente a los demás

Y refugiarse en la anestesia de la mediocridad social

Aunque sonría en cada fotografía sé que por dentro está fatal

Quiere que el mundo le recompense por haber pasado fatiga

Cuando la caga, que es a menudo nunca permite que se lo digan

Nadie le daba nada, lo que le falta es responsabilidad

Y ese es el tema, que va de víctima buena y es un cáncer

¡Mira!

Todos tenemos nuestras luchas internas

Me da igual si tienes concha o carajo entre las piernas

Ese no es el tema

No proyectes fuera tu debilidad, tu miseria

¡Yo me cago en los colectivos separatistas de mierda!

No es un problema que venga de los demás

Es tu capacidad para afrontar la realidad

Es algo personal que quieres disfrazar porque eres débil e incapaz

Y esta sociedad decadente alimenta esa fragilidad

Pero el mundo real contiene oscuridad, dificultad

Si no lo puedes aguantar

¡Bórrate ya y deja a los fuertes avanzar!

Bombproof Mascara from North Korea to Islands

Pointed heels in quicksand, miracles and stigmata

Already tried the long hair, the braids, the mohawk

He already shaved half his head

Already bought extensions on eBay

He has already prayed to God, to Buddha, to Allah and to Satan, to Krishna

He already smoked, he snorted

Acid got inside the eyelid

He already cooked his toxic destiny between chemicals

Already pissed on a pervert

Already tried reckless bondage, killer sex

The gangbang, DP with a bunch of hippies and it's not enough

She already sang drunk "I always love you"

Already adored Kurt Cobain

And then he hated it when he discovered Muse

It already became bisexual, pansexual, antrosexual, demisexual and asexual

Why!?

Because life bores me and nothing is much!

Because I feel like a fool to smile in a grim world

Because I hate myself, I hate my country, I hate my people

Because it is mandatory to feel hate to feel smart

She has already been a philosopher on Twitter, an activist on Facebook

Model on Instagram walking around the house

Illiterate on Whatsapp

She already promised not to love

They already broke her heart as a girl

She already manifested herself without knowing that she was manifesting against herself

Symbols of opposing ideologies have already been tattooed

She wants to be more than anyone

Have answers to that eternal question

"More than anyone" that is his motto

She showed solutions without wondering if she was the problem

And it is that she has a hell inside

And that suffering of hers makes her feel that she is the center

Of the universe, but that's a bad story

That she realizes and doesn't realize it, is another attempt

To get attention, the same song, but

Life goes by and there is no way out of that hell

Each phase was just a patch, the inner

She knows it and sometimes a remorse is born

Cognitive dissonance, against 'time

wanted to escape

She felt different and she looked for the same people

That she paradoxes the person and his need

Of belonging to herds and comforting

A conscience with lies to bear

Being with herself one day and another day

With paranoia she is killing objectivity

She wants to live inside a glass bubble and be

Justifying every wretched act with its truth

How easy it is to blame what you feel on others

And take refuge in the anesthesia of social mediocrity

Although I smile in every photograph I know that inside it is fatal

He wants the world to reward him for having passed fatigue

When he fucks up, which is often he never lets them tell him

Nobody gave him anything, what he lacks is responsibility

And that is the theme, that he is a good victim and is a cancer

Look!

We all have our inner struggles

I don't care if you have a shell or a fuck between your legs

This is not topic

Do not project out your weakness, your misery

I shit on the fucking separatist groups!

It is not a problem that comes from others

It is your ability to face reality

It is something personal that you want to disguise because you are weak and incapable

And this decadent society feeds that fragility

But the real world contains darkness, difficulty

If you can't take it

Erase yourself now and let the strong advance!