Insomnio

After a night of lamenting
I put my foot
Towards a day I can't enter
I can't move forward
I don't fall in time
And I search in the locked drawer
That is my chest today

The tree doesn't bear fruit and wars
And I'm sitting here
Thinking about what to create
What to discover
Everything I think today is fear
Everything I dream is so far away
I want fear to crash down on me
I don't want any bullshit with insecurity

Tick tock, tick tock says my pulse
Marking the beat of the clock, eye on the wall
Eye I feel on my forehead
On my back, in my mind
In my naked body, dressed
Eye that sees me all tied up
And it just keeps counting
And counting, and counting, and counting
And counting, and counting, and counting

I sit by the window fishing for images
But everything's moving too fast
Cars roar as they pass
And try to mimic the breeze
But it doesn't feel fresh here
It doesn't feel fresh here
I'm getting lost in a truck's smoke journey
And it's so damn hot
Concrete heat
I need fresh air
Because I'm getting lost
I'm getting lost

In the city of haste
The city of consumption
The city of bars
Of blockage and taxes
The city that's a funnel
In the city of haste
The city of consumption
The city of bars
Of blockage and taxes
The city that's a funnel
The city that's a funnel
The city that's a funnel