Estoy viene y Aquello se va, pero lo Malo Siempre se Queda....

It used to smell like teen spirit
Now it’s just the smell of recycled ideals
And burnt melted plastic
Plastic faces
Plastic poses
Plastic smiles
Commodified youth
Too young to live
Too old to die
Too drunk to talk
Too high to cum
You are who you eat
You are what you fuck
An endless food chain
Survival of the feces
Reckless endangered species
Hand-picked from the model pool
Labeled branded brainwashed and misused
So tender to the touch
Falling off the bones
They used to smell like teen spirit