The Fight Song
La cancion de la Pelea
By marilyn manson · Writer: Brian Warner
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Translation by nico
Original lyrics
Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breathe into to survive
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breathe into to survive
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Translation
Nada te sofoca mas que el pasar de los diarios eventos humanos
El aislamiento es la mascara de oxigeno
Que hace que tus niños respiren para sobrevivir
Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda
Y cuando eramos buenos
Tu solo cerraste tus ojos
Entonces cuando somos malos..
Rasgaremos sus mentes
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Nunca creceras para ser una gran estrella de rock
Victima celebrada de tu fama
Solo cortan nuestras muñecas
como cupones baratos
Y dicen "la muerte esta en venta hoy"
Y cuando eramos buenos
Tu solo cerraste tus ojos
Entonces cuando somos malos..
Rasgaremos sus mentes
Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de millones es solo una estadistica
Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
El aislamiento es la mascara de oxigeno
Que hace que tus niños respiren para sobrevivir
Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda
Y cuando eramos buenos
Tu solo cerraste tus ojos
Entonces cuando somos malos..
Rasgaremos sus mentes
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Nunca creceras para ser una gran estrella de rock
Victima celebrada de tu fama
Solo cortan nuestras muñecas
como cupones baratos
Y dicen "la muerte esta en venta hoy"
Y cuando eramos buenos
Tu solo cerraste tus ojos
Entonces cuando somos malos..
Rasgaremos sus mentes
Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de millones es solo una estadistica
Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
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