Cero Absoluto
Genre tags: Cyberpunk, Indie Punk, Garage Rock, Digital Hardcore, Alternative Hip-Hop, Ska-Punk fusion Vocals tags: Aggressive, Rhythmic spoken-shout delivery, Spanglish slang, Slightly distorted/Lo-fi effect, Fast-paced, Anti-authoritarian energy, Street inflection. Style tags: Lo-fi production aesthetic mixed with harsh digital noise, Driving distorted bassline, Glitched and aggressive drum patterns, Choppy guitar riffs with occasional Ska upstrokes, Anarchic energy, High tempo (160 BPM+), Abrupt transitions, heavy use of samples/noise.
Cero Absoluto
Genre tags: Cyberpunk, Indie Punk, Garage Rock, Digital Hardcore, Alternative Hip-Hop, Ska-Punk fusion Vocals tags: Aggressive, Rhythmic spoken-shout delivery, Spanglish slang, Slightly distorted/Lo-fi effect, Fast-paced, Anti-authoritarian energy, Street inflection. Style tags: Lo-fi production aesthetic mixed with harsh digital noise, Driving distorted bassline, Glitched and aggressive drum patterns, Choppy guitar riffs with occasional Ska upstrokes, Anarchic energy, High tempo (160 BPM+), Abrupt transitions, heavy use of samples/noise.
Lyrics
Yeah!
Alright, let's go!
Uno, dos, tres, quatro!
[Verse 1]
Wake up, check the feed, already obsolete,
My reflection’s rented, the pavement hits my feet.
Got a lien on my liver and a loan out on my soul,
Dinero flying faster than I can take control.
They want the upgrade, the update, the next big score,
I’m just dodging repo men knocking at the door.
Perro chasing tail lights, running on the fumes,
Another day surviving in these high-rise concrete tombs.
Yeah, they tell me I'm an asset, but I know I'm just a tool,
Used up, spat out, playing by their rules.
[Chorus 1]
We’re hitting Cero Absoluto, yeah, that’s the plan.
No future, no futuro, catch me if you can.
Riding the red line ‘til the whole thing blows,
When the credit stops coming, everybody knows.
(Woo!)
[Verse 2]
Mírame, I'm flawless, polished to the bone,
But the cracks are showing on this counterfeit throne.
They say "jump," I ask "how high?" from the hundredth floor,
Selling manufactured memories, always wanting more.
Basura in the bloodstream, high-fructose dreams,
Tearing out the wiring, ripping at the seams.
They quantify my downtime, analyze my sweat,
Haven't felt a real thing since the day we met.
I ain't your battery, entiendes? I ain't your little toy.
Time to void the warranty, time to bring the noise!
[Chorus 2]
We’re hitting Cero Absoluto, yeah, we love the crash.
No future, no futuro, turning it to ash.
Riding the red line ‘til the engine blows,
When the system stops running, everybody knows.
(Let's go!)
[Bridge]
Is this the life they promised? Qué mentira.
Just a ghost in the machine, consumed by the fire.
They built the walls around us, told us we were free,
Choking on the air that they charge us a fee.
I’d rather burn up bright, than fade into the gray…
Yeah! Let’s watch it all decay!
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus 3]
We’re hitting Cero Absoluto, yeah, that’s the end game!
No future, no futuro, forget my name!
Riding the red line ‘til the whole world blows,
When the heart stops beating, everybody knows!
[Outro]
Cero!
Nada!
Zero!
Se acabó.