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Alter Ego

Resignándome a vivir entre
Fantasmas que
En otro idioma a veces
Suelen hablar
Me cuesta imitar, adaptarme
Como ellos ser
Vuelvo a mi confortable
Soledad
Puedo imaginar con quiénes
Nunca podré
Yo sentirme completo o natural
Así como aquellos con los que
Una bomba en mi garganta quiere
Estallar
No sé lo que busco pero tal vez
La gente sea solo un camino
Mas no el final
Quizás sea ese mi error
Queriendo encontrar respuestas
En el más allá
Y lentamente morir
Ser un fantasma más
O ver dentro de mí
En mi oscuridad
Y lentamente morir
Ser un fantasma más
O ver dentro de mí
En mi oscuridad
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Y lentamente morir
Ser un fantasma más
O ver dentro de mí
En mi oscuridad
Y lentamente morir
Ser un fantasma más
O ver dentro de mí
En mi oscuridad

Entre fantasmas (techno mix)

Give me an smile, an excuse
So convenient to run, to hide
Don't look at me
I've got issues like you
Trying to fight and survive

Where's the nearest stop to get off
This hypocritical bus?
Declare by myself an enemy of this world
Against the ones that keeps us unborn

I'm gonna throw you
My dirty politic campaign
Just like you, robberman
I'm gonna throw you
My propaganda spams
Just like your faking ads
I'm gonna throw you my own
Tv channel with some gore
Just like your local news
I'm gonna throw you my
Bible lines you want to ignore
To keep us unborn

Give some rules to refuse
So you understand i dont mind
To be part of your new
World order masterplan

Where's the nearest stop to get off
This hypocritical bus?
Declare by myself an enemy of this world
Against the ones that keeps us unborn

I'm gonna throw you
My dirty politic campaign
Just like you, robberman
I'm gonna throw you
My propaganda spams
Just like your faking ads
I'm gonna throw you my own
Tv channel with some gore
Just like your local news
I'm gonna throw you my
Bible lines you want to ignore
To keep us unborn

I'm gonna throw you
My dirty politic campaign
I'm gonna throw you
My propaganda spams
I'm gonna throw you my own
Tv channel with some gore
I'm gonna throw you my
Bible lines you want to ignore

To keep us unborn
To keep us unborn

Unborn (techno mix)

Bodies move in synchronized decay.
Children taught to run the same old race.
Raised to obey, to produce, not to stray.
Programmed dreams, through ads across the days.

From words to screens, the shift began so smooth,
The mind once sharp now bends to what we view.
Where reason lived, now images intrude,
Replacing thoughts with stimulus and mood.

Let's bring the system down.

The news now sells what algorithms select,
Dividing minds with bias they inject.
What is sold as fact is just disguise,
A mirror fed with repeating echoes of lies.

Debate fades when we prefer the show.
Chase the dreams that others claim to grow.
We vote for charm or just the lesser harm,
Then curse the world, forgetting we're the cause.

Let's bring the system down.

The screens, the statistics,
fake reality creators.
What's the meaning of life?
Working as hell to pay-off.
Take a look the world around
the humanity failures.
Machines become alive
with all that we are made of.

Does anyone wonder why the clocks move fast?
Has anyone noticed how we forget the past?
Now we learn to scroll before we could speak.
Our choices shaped before we learn to think.

Homo Videns

Let's bring the system down

Ciudadanos de Nébula… ¿Cuánto tiempo más seguiremos conectados y vacíos? Nos prometieron progreso, y nos dieron cadenas de fibra óptica. Nos hablaron de libertad digital, y nos llenaron de contraseñas, filtros y vigilancia. Antes las cadenas eran de hierro; hoy son de cables. Antes el patrón se sentaba en una fábrica; ahora se oculta tras un algoritmo.

Hoy los ricos no poseen tierras: poseen datos. Ya no exprimen manos, exprimen tiempo. Nos venden comodidad, pero nos quitan descanso; nos ofrecen conexión, pero nos roban pensamiento. El trabajo se volvió automático, y la vida, desechable. Nos alimentan con pantallas, nos domestican con entretenimiento, y llaman libertad a elegir entre mil versiones de la misma mentira.

Pero toda estructura tiene su falla. Y cuando la pantalla se agrieta, lo que se filtra no es ruido: es humanidad. No queremos destruir la tecnología —queremos devolverle propósito. Queremos redes que unan, no que controlen; circuitos que sirvan al pueblo, no que lo vigilen. La energía que extraen de nosotros no está en sus reactores: está en nuestras manos. Que los cables del control se transformen en herramientas del pueblo.

Que las máquinas de la dominación obedezcan al trabajo humano, no lo sustituyan. La revolución que viene no se programa desde arriba, se codifica entre todos. La grieta ya está hecha. Ahora solo falta que entremos por ella.

Ante bellum

I am nothing but a shield of fear,
Hiding from the gaze that draws too near.
Wearing faces blurring who I am,
Afraid to fight when the pain begins again.

I must face the beast, not run.
Bleed beneath the darkened sun.
To be whole, I can’t divide.
My shadow walks right by my side.

This armor isn’t truly mine,
It’s forged in trauma, fear, and time.
But in their eyes I see a flame,
a memory I tried to lock away in shame.

I must face the beast, not run.
Bleed beneath the darkened sun.
To be whole, I can’t divide.
My shadow walks right by my side.

Each time I fall into that space,
Where light and dark must converge in grace,
I feel I die, I break apart,
But that’s the price of claiming back my heart.

I must face the beast, not run.
Bleed beneath the darkened sun.
To be whole, I can’t divide.
My shadow walks right by my side.

My shadow

I don't even know
who the hell did I become?
I left behind all our memories
like ashes drifting who knows where.

I know I wasn't enough
In consequences I've never really thought
Now I wonder if you miss me
despite I said love isn't everything.

This life is not what I want
Don't mind the wounds I will see.
There won't be a next time
you'll see me fall.

Yeah I think It's time to move on,
our time has already gone.
I gotta accept the fact I'm alone in this.
No drama or tragic background melodies.

The world outside seems too wrong
but I cannot live forever in this hole.
I need to figure out how to get my way,
learn to play dirty to adapt to this game.

This life is not what I want
Don't mind the wounds I will see.
There won't be a next time
you'll see me fall.

Ashes

-on my way-

Sometimes I wonder
if this is all life is.
Repeating what already works.
Improving what is done.

Somehow I can't ignore
that voice inside of me.
A call I should respond to or
It's ego claiming its throne.

I must follow what feels right
or be haunted by eternal doubt.

Am I running from the world
that is in front of my eyes?
Or am I on my chosen path?

So wired and connected
but I only find silence.
Is there a puzzle to solve?
a labyrinth to cross.

I walk along a different shore
and nobody's watching.
Am I trying to listen for
something that makes no noise?

Does freedom become an illusion
when you understand your role?
When you see yourself as a human cell
a part of something bigger
as life was never really about you.
So where's my place
in this fractal universe?

Am I running from the world
that is in front of my eyes?
Or am I on my chosen path?

I must follow what feels right
or be haunted by eternal doubt.

Am I running from
the world that is in
front of my eyes?
Or am I on my chosen path?

Am I running...
Am I walking on my chosen path?

The calling

Today the world we know comes from
those who cook reality like fast food
through a little screen served hot,
easy to get, easy to consume.

Here comes the dopamine.

Every time someone chooses to entertain,
someone else stops to think and just stares.
And even facts you find on your social feed
are bent to reaffirm the ideas you heed.

Our needs now hide in comfort we have embraced,
Forgetting we are the few who still remain.
The wars that shaped our lives are fading fast,
Survivors lost in memories they don’t name.

Here comes the dopamine.

Crisis turns into a tragic poem,
When you watch it through the glowing glass.
Then change the mood with a scroll,
And leave the world to burn beyond your hands.

Small sparks keep dancing in my brain
Sweet lies that numb the deepest pain,
The rush comes back to me again
and then nothing feels the same.

Here comes the dopamine.

Dopamine

-reboot-

Today I'm not okay,
as everyday I just
play the automatic machine.
but somehow now I think about
what am I supposed to come
to this world for?

It seems there is nothing to live for.
nothing seems to excite me anymore.
I think no one will hear me scream.
Maybe this is just a bad dream.

I think It's time to take control.
If nothing has a purpose, I'll make one.

So what's next? or in peace should I rest?
Should I choose a side or come up with a new ID?
Should I bring hope to lost souls?
Or a master plan to bring down the system.

Should I start the fire?
Should I leave my life behind.
Should I fight the liar?
Should I be the voice you deny?

I think It's time to take control.
If nothing has a purpose, I'll make one.

It seems there's nothing to live for.
nothing seems to excite me anymore.
I think no one will hear me scream.
Maybe this is just a bad dream.

CTRL

Año 3125. El mundo no fue siempre como lo conocemos. Se dice que hubo una época en la que las personas vivían con más opciones, menos urgencia y otro tipo de prioridades. Había tiempo para elegir qué hacer, cómo vivir. Algunos relatos describen una vida cómoda y libre donde cada quien podía seguir sus propios intereses sin dejar de pensar en los demás. Existía una red de comunicación global donde circulaban historias, cánticos y toda clase de registros. Las compartían por pantallas pero también en plazas, teatros, aulas, espacios que hoy apenas se comprenden...

Según las versiones más difundidas esa libertad convivía con un sentido de comunidad. Lo que se hacía, se hacía también por el bien común. Desde acá todo suena fácil, completo, incluso admirable. Si todo era tan bueno ¿qué fue lo que salio mal? ¿en qué momento empezó a romperse aquello?

No hay registros accesibles que lo expliquen. La red de información de Nébula conserva información sobre los años del conflicto: cronologías, daños, medidas de reconstrucción, pero nada sobre las causas. Lo cierto es que todo aquello terminó en una guerra cuyas consecuencias aún siguen reconfigurando la vida humana.


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