El Milagro

The miracle is a light
a bonfire my trench
a sponge your hand
my desire your body.

It's consciousness, it's a tear
it's my way of resistance
it's my exact sacrament
it's my gangrene it's my impotence.

It's a ball of passion it's my justification
it's a deserted mansion it's a secret mission
it's a revolution a total mutation
an escape to the beyond a mortal struggle.

It's a hyena it's a rose
it's a miracle to believe in you.
It's a full moon and it doesn't affect you
it's a miracle to love you.

The miracle is a recyclable ethereal heart
it's an altar a prayer
an elevation a shadow.

A panther is a mandrill
a childish code
it's a wound it's a reptile
hope is the deity.
It's the void in your womb the sky between us
t he subliminal lie believing we're okay.

It's a spill it's a warrior
a dance on the mountain
an eternal rebellion
it's genetic it's mortal.

It's a hyena it's a rose
it's a miracle to believe in you.
It's a full moon and it doesn't affect you
it's a miracle to love you.