Desde el centro de un huracán

The cup of sorrows has run dry.
The last tear flies in silence, you’ve got no more left.
Not even that idiot who said "wanting is power,"
nor seeing you there so wasted.
Moving your ass is tough when helplessness traps you,
even though also
the rage burns in your body, cracks the walls,
presses the trigger.
Bad vibes are definitely a good path
to follow. It’s time.

Grab luck by the collar,
jump into the void, scream into the silence. (REPEAT)

From the eye of a hurricane,
from the eye of a hurricane,
from the eye of this hurricane
scream for you.