Chained to the rythm ambiguo y sutil?
So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble
So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble
Aren't you lonely
Up there in utopia
Where nothing will ever be enough?
Happily numb
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
Yeah, we think we're free
Miedo me da que Madonna rescate demos como Revolution...
