Sektor Inesperado de Marfield

My deliberating passion, my urge to free you from the pain
I can’t pull you away from the natural prison I feel
I know you’re irrelevant but you’re more interesting, think about it
How can I hurt you if the same blood flows between us?

Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it

It has to be just a game to lose yourself and then grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it’s burning?
Come back, I’m losing it, I can feel the fear
Later I find out that stress isn’t real if you see it as a foreigner
God made puppeteers, who was the first?
Later I find out that stress isn’t real if you see it as a foreigner
It has to be just a game to lose the fear and grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it’s burning?

If the shadows take over your mind, they limit you
Time passes and with the years your essence weakens
The apostles of the sun trade gold for dynamite
I went for dandelions and found a daisy

What makes you happiest isn’t always what you need
But when I drink alcohol, things look prettier
If the outlook is gray, the colors bring you back to life
I remember the sun’s shine even if the clouds take it away

Tell me how many times you felt it, how many times you stayed quiet and then said it
Did you regret it? Tell me how many times you lost and then won
Did you love or just want? What is love? A feeling?
How to explain the connection between the canvas and the painter?

Immense color, the intense heat of tomorrow
I like the suspense and I’m not tense about the plot
It’s just my thoughts that are talking
But I don’t understand the language of the voice of my conscience

I’m going to sleep when sadness takes over me
What can I do, if I’m messed up in the head?
I couldn’t keep that promise
I met my God by stepping away from the church
I’m going to sleep when sadness takes over me
What can I do, if I’m messed up in the head?

What would happen if they told you that death is waiting outside with a cloak to leave with you?
Would you have the courage to go with her or would you stay inside with the illusion of staying alive?
I don’t really know what to trust anymore, I’m used to the chills
While I try to design the shape of emptiness and light up that dark corner
Trapped inside me, along with memories that become torture

There’s a very thin line between fear and tenderness
And I visualize the risk, but at this point, I’d rather die trying than miss the adventure
Am I selfish for wanting to die before those I love?
What hurts more, a bullet or the last hug?
Is it possible that there’s no better prize than existing while waiting for someone in a dream to give you a hint, bring you closer to heaven or hell?
Or wherever because let’s imagine that the world is really the thought of a genius
Who might get bored of thinking about us and make us disappear

Diggity, fucking bitches to the, fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Diggity, fucking bitches to the, fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Diggity, fucking bitches to the, fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Diggity, fucking bitches to the, fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job

Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Chiquitibum
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Chiquitibum
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Chiquitibum
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Chiquitibum

Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it

It has to be just a game to lose yourself and then grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it’s burning?
Come back, I’m losing it, I can feel the fear
Later I find out that stress isn’t real if you see it as a foreigner

God made puppeteers, who was the first?
Later I find out that stress isn’t real if you see it as a foreigner
It has to be just a game to lose the fear and grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it’s burning?