Dentro Me [English translation]

Deep inside me

I’d love to put my trust in religion,

in a political party, in a leader, in a career

just like most people do

because I’m way past the age of rebellion

I would love for evil to be precisely defined

just like politicians, snobs and idiots like to think

A blackboard with good guys and bad guys

and believe that it is my rap’n roll corrupting young people

and not thinking about how things really are

A new world order, inside me confusion

A scared people tends to become conservative

it will pick a monster and associate it with a (skin) color

rather than admitting that everyone is a potential Hitler

that 9 times out of 10 the killer is a family member

The beast is hiding inside me

inside everyone

the only certain knowledge is to have doubts

Refrain

It hurts

Trying to run away

and this dreadful weather

is hollowing me out

It hurts

when the sun comes up

and I can see the animal

Inside me

I’d love to remain with the flock, reading

only text messages

only funny stories

gossip and sports news

I’d love to have security

in terms of democracy, employment,

justice and laws

Instead of thinking that this is a sort of prison

Anywhere you go all people ask for is a better world

Peace, love,

sure, but only with words

only in a song

Once you’re out there it’s an eye for an eye

It’s a mental cage

the soul is

chained to the body and the body to sexual desire

to anger, to hunger.

You end up figuring out

how well-off you are by comparing yourself to those who are more miserable than you

A bigger (prison) cell can be enough

a job, food, sex, an enemy you can hate

a neighbor you can spy on,

another one you can shoot at,

sins to atone for before you die

Refrain

I’d love an intellectual escape route

Where everything is just ideology and no magic is allowed

Thoughts inside tidy boxes

Prejudice in ready-made envelopes

Feel repulsion and yet do as they do.

Consider oneself a Christian and keep on judging others

And it’s much easier to go with the flow

under the pretext of carrying out superior orders

This is why I will set fire to my color, my tongue and my clothes

Were it not for this noise I wouldn’t have existed

Were it not for the preposterous idea of being unlike anyone else

and yet linked to the rest, earth, god and universe

inside me heaven, hell

Fucking class struggle in my brain

inside me, the power of anger that refuses to give in

the best treatment for a hangover is to just keep on drinking.