It's a tale of revolution and dread
Where most characters wind up dead
Some end up insane
Some end up in the Seine
And all of this over some bread

It's our little secret.
You'll have to keep it
Feel the pain in your gut
Close your heart and keep it shut.
Let no other person in
And let the punishment begin.
Every wrong thing that you make
Will also be my mistake

I'm beginning to see.
What people think of me,
I swear it's not by choice,
But ana has this voice.
She starves me of my youth,
And that's the only truth.
This hunger grows in me like cancer
I expected her to have the answers
And she did
But she haven't made me fit

Inciertitud de poemas,
movimientos de libros,
lodo y popol vuh,
sabios y templos
sin ojos, solo.

Sabiduria crea problemas,
de crear a creadores,
vientre de sapo,
que ilumina el
silencio de Xibalba.