tirando el detonador (feat. Iggor Cavalera, Javier Arce & Lido Pimienta) [Mas Aya & Nick Hook's Versión]

From a long line of the rancidest swine came the violators
Their cloven foot design is a high crime for the iron ages
Twisting down through time, see them tryna unwind creation
Don't be surprised, it's a mistake to think their influence has faded
But what a wretched state of danger we've made here, I thought to me
Perhaps explaining years of self-lobotomy, toxically
Perhaps explaining tears and even tears in my cosmology
You numb yourself for years and it can wear upon you, honestly
These old foxes got a lot of plots to outfox us
Tryna divvy up and dump in corresponding boxes, how obnoxious
Where the heart and mind connect, expect them targeting like archers
You will not travel towards the light
If they're in charge of your departure
You'd think the universe forgot us
The way the curses pitch their product
As though our spirit's not a fire that
Can't be snuffed or turned to dollars
What He expands across all space
Can't be contained in one small dollop
Now I see that it's the same moment in history back to haunt us
And here we are again, hello void
Long time watcher, first time calling in
Every cage built needs a occupant, got a deadbolt, see 'em lock it in
Had a good run but they stopping it
Wanna walk, man, to the coffin lid
Eat your heart out, fiction fan
Truly the truth's the stranger doctorate

At best life is difficult, poor when you pitiful
Then every day's like a satanic ritual
Beautiful soul with the rogue and the criminal
How long must the holy hold on to they principle?
Kicking and screaming while watching the demons
Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals
My pastor say God has promised us paradise
Live a good life, it is pivotal
I promised my mama that I would stay honest
But I want it all in the physical
And promise I'm honest, I'll probably be punished
'Cause keeping that promise too difficult
So picture me red as I sit on the bed
With my hands on my head and this pistol too
Why the fuck must I be miserable?
The devils they do the despicable
And still they move like they invincible
These filthy criminals sit at the pinnacle
Doing the typical, keeping us miserable
Taking the most and providing the minimal
Hate to sound cynical, but shit is pitiful
Times is just critical
Like Jimmy Savile, they cheerfully kill, gives it a ritual
I'll murder the miserables
I'll make it all biblical
I'll cut off they hands, they'll beg
For they life and I'll put it up digital
Fuck the political
The mission is spiritual
A murderous miracle that was sent here to just punish the terrible