Last Man 가사

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