El Gusano

I can be the guide,
On your journey.
I'll be the great worm,
Mexican pink,
That tastes like knowledge.
Or your journey of abandonment,
In quicksand.
And the crying of your neurons,
That are dying quickly.

I can be the escape,
That leads to the grave.
Be the hidden door,
That opens shadows.
Make you addicted to suicide.
Or awaken the magic that,
You had stored,
In your rusty being.
Ancestral gift,
Will reveal to you,
That monster you carry,
As it truly is.

"From the clouds, or from the ground.
I am of all kinds,
A true deception."

I can be the guide,
On your journey.
I'll be the great worm,
Mexican pink.
Lord of knowledge.
Lord of knowledge.
Lord of knowledge.
Let us see, see, see.

"The creative energy,
Thanks to which, we exist."