Miren

Look, look, look, look
Come to your tables
Enjoy this walk
Look, look, look, look
And let the last one who enters
Close the door properly

There's no way to give you what I am
If you only see reflections
There's no way to give you what I am
If you only see reflections of flesh and bone
The mind of my body without a sense of direction
Unstitches schemes under the sentence of your moral shelter
Unstitches schemes under the sentence of your moral shelter

The synthetic in your watch will never encompass time
They are the hours of those
Who ignore them in an eternal today and now
They are the hours of those
Who ignore them in an eternal today and now

Look, look, look, look
Look into my eyes
Unleash your mask
Look, look, look, look
When the body turns to dust
What remains behind
There's no way to give you what I am
If you only see reflections

There's no way to give you what I am
If you only see reflections of flesh and bone
Freedom of expression for my poor heart
From that thorn will come melodies that repel pain
From that thorn will come melodies that repel pain