UÑa Y Carne

Our weapons don’t cross anymore, no
but we’re dragging a mortal wound.
There are bites from a .45 on your skin,
you keep sweet nothings for me with your sharper edge.
The hunt is on, no conditions!
draw a target that serves as a net
on my chest, you can smile
calmly
now you can, later you won’t...
later you won’t be able, later you won’t want to.
Choose...
"They’re nail and flesh," cursed a voice.
How could you cut off
so many battles, so many tests of love
(just love)
but you take refuge in the light
of another better game, of another better game.
It doesn’t matter...
I’m my own hero
what do you twist your heart with?
nail and flesh... I’ll forget it
why do you waste your heart?