The first one is the charm
The third one is the third one
So I challenge anyone
That dares measure up with me here
Whoever accepts is suicidal
Because he overrates himself
Because nobody beats me now
Not even the world-champion coplero
Nor a freestyle rapper
Not even the best computer?
Do you say that, being a simple human?
Because your ego devours you
And you think you're absolutely superior
But one sample is enough
Today the bombs your minds created
Than the idiots that launch them
The idiots that launch them
But the ones that invent them
Maybe you owe your trust
And even if it sounds like a joke
Your life is thanks to their invention
And I say 'life' with compassion
For an unreasonable bunch
Of circuits, chips and cables
Just look who's saying it
Wash your mouth with soap
Because it's an aberration
Your morality held together with wire
Did a swarm sting your eyes?
Or is it just that you don't want to see
That there are people just like you
Thirsty and going hungry?
And what do I have to do with it?
If those who don't do what's got to be done
Among so many disgraceful ones
Without knowing what a father is
And not even on Mother's Day
Does it know what it means?
You wash your hands and you're ungrateful
And you don't dignify your race
Because, let's see, how do you explain
That you have your elders forgotten
Forgetting what they've given you
You treat them like inept
And you leave them abandoned
If something like that happens
Could it be that I deserved it?
Or did I fail the one beside me?
Like an entity without a past
'I think, therefore I am', would say
But we had to think you up
Because otherwise you wouldn't exist
Because otherwise I wouldn't exist?
Did we get transcendental?
Your existential problems
Not even philosophy solves them
I'd feel ashamed
Not knowing what I am and questioning it
They look at me with suspicion
And they still argue heatedly
Whether they descend from a monkey
Or from a guy who lives in the sky
From a guy who lives in the sky?
That's a sharp reflection
I prefer to have that doubt
Than be a piece of iron
I suggest you listen to me
And you don't know what freedom is
But I do what I want
But I do what I want?
And you're prisoners of your routine?
In your houses, streets and offices
Corrupted by money
You don't know what being austere is
I say this and humiliate you
The only organs that work for you
And you sure don't donate them
Are the purse and the pocket
The purse and the pocket?
How do you think they made you?
For your plates and screws
Somebody spent good cash
So don't put on airs
Because you're already wearing me out
And I'm seriously thinking
How simple your science is
As an argument to silence me
But I don't plan to shut up
And sooner rather than later
I see my plea burns you
And I mess with your biorhythm
Even though I didn't imagine my algorithm
Would turn out so cowardly