Fuga

The more distant from the world, the better
Even if you greet me kindly and condemn me from behind
Bored of so much idiocy and mental illness
Before you open your eyes, your roots rotted

And under the serious monkey face, your skeleton smiles
And what you call dying is just finishing dying
What you call being born is starting to die, die
What you call living is dying, always pretending to live

Don't you think you live too worried about others?
You think it's good to forget so much about feeling and loving
Always criticizing the one next to you, worried about nonsense
Without knowing why, when will you accept yourself?

And under the serious monkey face, your skeleton smiles
And what you call dying is just finishing dying
What you call being born is starting to die, die
What you call living is dying, always pretending to live

You make things easy
You make things easy to be crushed
And you condemn yourself, you complain, you get bitter, you cry and forget
To laugh, to laugh, to laugh, to laugh, to laugh