El Mar No Cesa

Being in unsustainable emptiness and lethal apathy
That threatens, I feel at times the absence of you
Devoid of everything, dissenting from nothing
I die from impulses of agonizing shackle
Imprisoned by unjust hands
I look at a thousand doors
They are open to darkness

Rock me with the impulse of your laughter
And tear off my mask of tragedy
Let the hurricane of my cobwebs come
Devoid of everything
Dissenting from nothing, I die
From impulses of agonizing shackle
Imprisoned by unjust hands
I look at a thousand doors
They are open to darkness