“Secta Del Perro” is Weedthrash’s street-punk battle cry against a world obsessed with status, riches and fake morals. Sung from the raw perspective of a pack of defiant “dogs,” the lyrics flip the social pyramid on its head: the homeless outcasts in tattered clothes march proudly through the city, exposing the emptiness behind fancy banquets and philosophical grandstanding. Their only possessions are a rag and a stick—yet they boast a treasure far greater than gold: an untouchable, unbuyable soul.
At its core, the song is a gritty celebration of authenticity. Weedthrash mocks the emperor, sneers at material cravings and revels in the discomfort he causes the complacent listener. Each snarling chorus—“¡Sí, sé quién soy! … mi alma no tiene precio”—reminds us that true wealth lives in self-knowledge and freedom, not in glittering things. It’s a fierce invitation to step outside society’s leash, embrace our inner “perro” and discover riches money can’t touch.