Basura

Something's off when dreams fade away
turning back on steps that were chains
hiding like kids in the shadows.
The road is long for the kings of nothing
witnesses to the cruelty of others
acidic swords in their words
slamming the table with no guts
we talk when they want
we talk how they want.

Martyrs covered in shit
when their time's up waiting
full of rage at first, then empty
always worried about finding a place
paper fugitives
we talk when they want
we talk how they want.

You're trash, you smell like a lie,
you're trash, you smell so bad!!

Silent hole
silhouettes drawn with tears
the street's not empty
it's filled with the wind and its barking
and under the cold of my skin, I shiver
hunted from behind like a yawn
hard and silent hit
we talk when they want
we talk how they want.

You're trash, you smell like a lie,
you're trash, you smell so bad!!

You're trash, you smell like a lie,
you're trash, you smell so bad!!
You're trash, you smell like a lie,
you're trash, you smell so bad!!
You smell so bad.
You smell so bad.