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Walking around in my city today,the buildings and peopleit all looks deadThe squats are closing, not "artists" get paid,to pretend that something is happeningTell how I am supposed to survive in these dead cities?The dream is so bad and the people so sad,the reasons why I never feel glad.And they're cleaning every street, destroying everythingFor a brend new buildingYou gotta pay to eat and sleep, survival is not freeIt'll never be.Non commercial activities are banned in most of the cities,Squatters get evicted from their home,but the flats remain empty.It's a constant search for profit and for standardized habits.The goal is the destruction of the will to live freeEvery day i stray and try to do my best to livetrough this hell and forget all this present stressShare my distress, all my life I feel oppressed,it's a whole mess and I do it with successWhen I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down and outAnd I feel ashamedWhen I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down and outI feel the sameLetras de cancionesEverybody's looking for the same thingLess authority, more solidarityEverybody's looking for the same thingReach autonomy by any means necessaryHomeless and hopeless, I can't call it progressDays go by, situation gets worse, the fight is almost lost.Happiness and joy are my only questWill I reach them someday and feel alive for real?Everybody's looking for the same thingLess authority, more solidarityEverybody's looking for the same thingReach autonomy by any means necessaryWhat's the other choice? A more violent approach?Subversion is all we've gotIs there a place in the sun for everyone?Or are we doomed to a lifelong boredom?Money bought something in the way,that's our humanitySurrounded but fuckin' lonelyusual urban storyFrom block to block, in stinky flats,freedoms are locked and rents are highThe autonomists slowly disappear,the poor and weak live in fearSeems like everybody's deadA strange feeling when I'm in my bed,Wish I'd never wake up againAnd i'm dyin', and I'm dyin', you don't even knowAnd I'm dyin', and I'm dyin'right in front of youSeems like everybody's deadA strange feeling when I'm in my bed,Wish I'd never wake up againAnd i'm dyin', and I'm dyin', you don't even knowAnd I'm dyin', and I'm dyin'right in front of you From Letras Mania