Last Man

You, you servant
You, contemptible
In times of the plague your ignorance came to
The fore
Holding on to other’s perception of truth
This cup wants to be empty again
And Zarathustra wants to be man again

La decepción, adiós mudo y sin agallas
Como sociedad valemos nada
Estrellas mueren a mi alrededor
Caemos más bajo esperando el alba
La peste nos recordó
Como sociedad valemos nada
Virtue subdued by a false canon
Like a mole, you crawl underground
Almost blind, ascribing goods and ills

To a deity of disability of values
One must have chaos in one
To give birth to a dancing star
Time has come when man will give birth
To no more stars
Climb to the fakest pedestal!
Pursue the opposite of truth
Deny it, Yell

Make us this last man
Muerte a mi alrededor
Un adiós mudo y sin agallas
La peste nos recordó
Como sociedad valemos nada
Expectativas destrozadas
Al final
No hay mas que odio
Nada, no valemos nada