Mirada Perdida (part. Adal)

The glazed eyes from smoking sativa
In my room, dancing with an Argentine girl
They always see me with a lost gaze
If we're feeling sleepy, a line gets me going

A short horn, my guardian angel
And if there's any trouble, my crew's got my back
All geared up with vests and guns
Well-prepared to jump into battle

And let’s get that damn thing going
Pull the trigger and let the bullets rain
We’re going into combat
I’m feeling it, ready for action

Five armored trucks showed up
With a turret on top
I couldn’t do anything, I called for a retreat
We lost control

We’re surrounded, it’s the Navy
No way to escape, they’re right on us
I pray and cross myself for protection from above
Mentally prepared to leave this life behind

I see bursts crossing the glass
And my buddy gets hit
And I’m freaking out, what do I do?
My brother’s dead

With a lump in my throat
The chain hanging, nothing scares me anymore
Flooring it
The cut-off responded

I fought my way through a gap
And without realizing it, it was too narrow
The brakes responded
Marines caught me, and I lost.