Invirtiendo en la pérdida (part. Kase.O y Ignatius Farray)

Broadcasting from the inside
Yo, yo

Fuck that shit, I don’t care if
I had to do it again, I’d do it just like this
It’s cold today in Madrid, and I’m barefoot here
Still kicking a can down the street

Today I feel like an old man sitting on a bench
Feeding the pigeons while I think: It’s not that bad
I fall, I get up, and they push me down again
And so it goes until the day they cover me with a shroud

Looking back, I’m at peace
Today my people are good and the rest are just fine
I felt the pressure like inside a bottle of soda
And I said: Enough already, it’s gonna burst

I don’t care, I know this life is short
I know this paper cuts because when I write I start to bleed
I’m my own bodyguard, my lights and my shadow
Because I know this fame is a bitch and it couldn’t change me

I got tired of asking because there’s no one to explain
So I’m still here with my chatter
Chewing on my sorrows like they’re gum
I’m staying afloat, but I’m sinking

Lost in a maze of my inner world
A voice told me: Petal, looking at a flower
Inside this old car, I’m dressed casual
Just in case I need to run and the engine doesn’t start

Facing the blows of life and its craziness
Ironclad defense, no cracks
I can see it clear in this dark room
But no one can assure me

I take it for granted, still standing, gaining height (eh, yo)
They cross their fingers when they swear
I don’t believe a thing, I just write pure shit
(I just write pure shit)

Eh, yo, who’s sure about the future?, who swears?
Who acts with restraint in the face of fiery doubt?
Soliloquy of chaos like gurus
My daily operation, I broadcast from the guts

A thousand whole days not eating, just biting nails
Pain is a magnificent weight loss tool
And if not, just ask the Ge—, great magician
Ego control, exercise of affection

I get mad like a kid and then regret it
What if it’s a bad day, and what if it’s a rough patch?
But I was starting to look like a damn fascist
And in the mirror, a devil winked at me

I couldn’t see it because it was all blurry
Far from the world, from you and from you all
Tangled in poisonous thoughts
Devoured by mirages

Under my feet, snakes and earthquakes
Dead nature is what I leave behind in my wake
My conscience bugs me, but I don’t pay it any mind
I don’t want to see anyone suffer
But I see them every time I go out for a walk

Look at him tempting the shady guy
He’s so drunk he can’t open it and tries to bite it
The fucking king of sadness prays to no one
A spectator of a dream that drifts away
No friends, no family, no job
Only the comfort that you can’t go any lower

Facing the blows of life and its craziness
Ironclad defense, no cracks
I can see it clear in this dark room
But no one can assure me

I take it for granted, still standing, gaining height (eh, yo)
They cross their fingers when they swear
I don’t believe a thing, I just write pure shit
(I just write pure shit)

The disaster is already done
Fifty years with no logic at all
Investing in loss
To buy the land I wanted

Where I can grow my fig tree
With twisted branches and stunted trunk
Like that of a contortionist
Fig trees like bonfires that give shade and fire
And let them tell you that life can screw your life, haha