Cinturón Gris

I drew an iguana and stuck it here on my forehead
I painted each nail a different color
And I had no problem choosing the shoes
One yellow shoe and the other red
I put talcum powder on my face, I dyed my hair blue
I got a tattoo on my tongue with a Sun and an igloo
And I adjusted my pants that look like a tapestry
With a bland, plain grey belt
I hung a necklace with light
That could dazzle
I simulated blood on my arms
I tore my shirt into shreds

No, no, no, no, no, no, no
It's not a game, nor am I crazy
It's just my intention to draw attention
And someone comes and asks me
Why am I the way I am and what's happening to me today?
And what's wrong with me today? What's wrong with me today?

I buttoned my jacket with the pirate flag
I put a scarlet scarf on my head
I walked through the city with a lost look
Hoping someone would speak to my hurting soul
On the street crowded with people like me
Nobody noticed the strangeness of my outfit
Just an isolated voice I heard out there
That said something about a grey belt
I came back like every time
Distilling my anxiety
With the daily task
To repeat everything tomorrow

No, no, no, no, no, no, no
It's not a game, nor am I crazy
It's just my intention to draw attention
And someone comes and asks me
Why am I the way I am and what's happening to me today?
And what's happening to me today?

The simple stands out
Amidst so much strangeness
We look at each other without seeing each other
The other does not matter
We are looking for help
In abandoned places
We want to recognize ourselves
But we are disguised
But we are disguised

No, no, no, no, no, no, no
It's not a game, nor am I crazy
It's just my intention to draw attention
And someone comes and asks me

Why am I the way I am and what's happening to me today?
And what's wrong with me today? And what's wrong with me today?
I just want someone to come and ask me
What's wrong with me today?