Hastío

Pack my bags and rush out
As usual, arriving late to trips
To an airport full of nobody
Had a somewhat dangerous night
Some pills that have taken away my coat
And I've met my vices
And I've met my vices

A night without looking back
I fall defeated on the bed
And thinking about my life maybe
I get up and adjust my soul!
And I've met the punishment
And I've met the punishment

I can be the wind in the winter
Or I can be the sun that burns your body
I'm a demon stuck to your sky
I'm like an angel stuck to your burial

A night without looking back
And I fall defeated on the bed
And thinking about my life maybe
I get up and adjust my soul
And I've met the punishment
And I've met the punishment
And I've met the punishment
And I've met the punishment