| What the fuck do you know how I really am
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| What do I do at night, I sleep on death row
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| Do you think I don't want a peaceful life?
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| Do well, I prefer the one that poisons me
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| Why don't I tell her no
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| When I know I can, I don't give up on her, not even with the world on me
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| I press the red button
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| I send to the creator all people who do not have a heart
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| But I'm a car with a broken engine
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| Lysergia, the walls are dripping, pure anomalous sounds
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| My mind, between, has no measures
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| It spills out like Missouri
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| I hold the ropes
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| Why immerse myself in the abyss
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| Dark as in a coffin bro, and how bitter it is
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| When you feel misunderstood even by those who tell you that she loves you
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| This is my, theory, way of life, philosophy
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| Salvation, mission, work, reason, prison
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| Bail, sociopathy, I run the way
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| Of the amplified senses, without the meanings
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| Magic, unidentified moments
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| Never go back, never go back
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| Never go back, never go back
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| Never go back, never go back
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| Never mind
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| Life hugs me and spits on me every night I have lived
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| It makes me tough faces, changes the facet
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| Reality changes color, the city changes its smell
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| I try to value it, like a coach does
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| I write, I think, I finish third, I haven't lost
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| I reward myself, I concentrate, I live the sense
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| The thoughts condense them
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| And you, you want to get to know me when not even my mother knows
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| What my head tells me when the storm bends the trees at will
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| When she doesn't go
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| When the kicks come off the helmet
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| When falling seems the only fucking grip left
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| Journey into introspection paradox
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| I close my eyes, white pupil and then disconnect
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| I stand between the shadows and the glow, making conversation
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| Rich as the heart of a homeless man who sleeps at the station
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| I'm not going back
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| Never go back never go back
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| Never go back never go back
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| Never go back never go back
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| Nevermind |