they can be happy
don't realize much
about all that's happening
in this sickened world
drinking and partying
just living your life
not giving a single ****
when the world dies
not giving a single ****
about another persons life

they can not be happy
a reason they don't have
nagging and crying
running in circles
is that possibly what you want
and don't know how to change
'we live a life in vain anyway'
but what do you know about fighting
have you ever fought for a certain life?

so it's sad to notice
from a distance
they only care, care
about their own world
there's nothing else to see
living in their locked cage
because they never looked
for the redeemer, the key

thinking about you
the one who understands
without speaking
like a fist on the surface
squeezed muscle underneath
the power of you
and the infinite heat

por mi parte soy o creo ser músico
escuchadora de la nada, visitante del mundo,
admiradora de los gatos, uno de los animales,
la interpelante, creyente que todo es interesante,
investigadora de los ojos, amante de las ondas,
bastante obstinada, pero cada vez tu ayudante

una habladora, la interruptora del silencio
de todos modos la guardia de tu gran secreto
simpatizante del arte, todo lo que es dulce,
las lenguas romanas y las puestas del sol
enemigo de la monotonía y el capitalismo
luchadora por todo lo que es un organismo

it's just a matter of time
that their heads will hang
and beautiful red color
stares to the ground
untill they fall down
however i have enjoyed
the power of a flower
your beauty of time

and i'm alone in bed again
thinking about your face
the tranquility of it
i've enjoyed so much

your tired body
sunken in the nest
heavy eyelids
sleeping through chaos

so peaceful
so hopeful

just a single touch
would break the silence
of this warm place
your dreamy face

i wouldn't touch
not even embrace
to keep it in my memory
never to erase

quiero pensar en español otra vez
hablar con una persona nueva
esta persona de mi mente
quien he cambiado
está cambiando
cada día
ella
mi vida
siento que va muy rápido
a veces siento como dos
accelerando los pasos
a la mente formada
según ella
mi vida
yo

why do my ears hear but not listen
everyone around me seems so calm
what's the actual reason for that
i live in this world of terror
it's a chaos in my head
games and smartphones
till you're finally dead

the pills people take
problems that i make
for something they call god sake
i see them all running
from train to train
from brain to brain
all eyes upon me
my dear pain
feeling crazy and insane

and working for what
a certain dead rat
on the corner of the street
strangers that i meet
influence of dead flowers
with misleading powers
i just wanna go away
leave me alone; okay

slayer saves my body
from smashing everything down
but who saves my mind
i frown
psychologist that doesn't reply
just another ****** institution
to unleash all my frustration?
i don't have to go to jail
even though the isolation cell
seems to be a perfect trail

if this poem hasn't structure
well it won't be me to give a ****
welcome in my crazy mind
now run over me with your truck
keep me under your control
so at the end of the day
smoking **** will be my goal
or something else to forget
stress and panic in hell

how i feel
how i fell
how i always have felt

sure something is there, behind me