Gran Show

I forgot how to feel
On the ground like a madman, searching for my broken pieces
And yeah, I became selfish and started to live
Thinking of me
I lived what I wanted to live
And I realized it doesn't matter what you don't like
With my heart I decide, I don't even use my head

Because if I regret it, well
At least I won't make excuses
I prefer to look in the mirror
And not see a stranger
Even if it costs me to see
How my people are leaving
I have hands at my disposal that don't help me
I have a sea of unfinished doubts

I have a gun and a thousand extra bullets
I only need one, I won't say a word
But sometimes I feel like
What a fucking pleasure it must be
To shoot you if you don't make a sound
My question boils down to
Why not be born again?
So God gives me more time
And I make peace with Him

I understand that my music
Isn't understood by just anyone, and that's normal
Even I feel like I'm from another era
I stop to see things
That seem temporary
So I waste a lot of time and gain
More reason, for real
I don't give a damn what you sometimes call a problem
You want more followers, I want a full belly
Everyone thinks they're unique but they all sound the same to me
Should I join this circus? Or cut my veins?

I walked in and looked at them
The world passed me in slow motion
I told myself, don't look
Everything was a fucking big show
It was a show, how they talked, how they looked, everything
It was a show, their hair, their clothes, their everything
It was a show, a piece of shit stuck on a stick
It was a show, everything was a big show

I'm talking about the guy who buys a Chanel coat
But goes to the brothel every night
You don't have to be a genius
Or win a Nobel Prize
There's a drug called money
And it comes wrapped in paper
I've seen shitty music
Move shitty people
Sell shitty lyrics
Creating shitty trends

It's so easy to create
That now nothing's created anymore
Now I get it, everything makes sense
That's why I see a thirteen-year-old
Calling her a pig
Because he thinks what he listens to
Is cool and the truth
Let's see if you realize that those people
Don't give a damn about you
But you're the future of a country
Be more pure
Yeah, sitting here thinking about my fire
What if I'm the weird one?

No, I don't think I'll ever get used
To living off the stick
And yeah, of course I've
Watched myself
And maybe certain things I thought
Have changed
But if you judge an eye
By the shit it's seen

And not by its gaze
The eye will never be loved
It'll be weird, bad, strange
Like the black sheep of the flock
It'll be bad, weird, strange
It'll be bad
The world passed me in slow motion
Everything was a lie, a big show

I walked in and looked at them
The world passed me in slow motion
I told myself, don't look
Everything was a fucking big show
It was a show, how they talked, how they looked, everything
It was a show, their hair, their clothes, their everything
It was a show, a piece of shit stuck on a stick
It was a show, everything was a big show