Para (part. Manuel Carrasco)

Stop, your heart's stopped and you do nothing
Stop, the wheel keeps turning and life moves on
And you don’t live, you just know how to cry, cry

What’s the point of staring at a screen instead of the horizon?
Caring for the one next to you when they don’t give a damn?
Being a jerk who brings the weak down for fun, opening wounds
That another's blow comforts, that’s not living
Always wanting more and never missing what you had
While we pour poison on what’s not ours
Stuffing icy souls into Balenciaga jackets
Talking shit on keyboards, no one dares face to face
The truths you tweak are just lies
Adversities leave our boots broken
Who sinks successes and makes their failures float is wrong
Life is simple, time is short
Obsolete objects, all for a like
The skeleton runs and the brain’s on standby
Like puppets whispering secrets, and time runs out
Your heart's stopped and you do nothing

Stop, your heart's stopped and you do nothing
Stop, the wheel keeps turning and life moves on
And you don’t live, you just know how to cry, cry

What’s the point of opening wounds but not knowing how to close them?
Seeing there’s never gold under the ground you dig
Being a bubble against harm
Tattoo this: What matters is never instant, and so
Watching the years pass, unable to recognize
That we don’t jump for fear of falling
Never play because the toy might break
Or worse, out of fear of losing

What’s the point? What’s the point? What’s the point? What are medals for?
What’s the point? What’s the point? What’s the point? Nature is wise
What’s the point? What’s the point? What’s the point? The question that kills us
What’s the point?

Stop, and run from the routine
Where every hour that’s passed shoots you down
Stop, stop talking to the lie
And filling your backpack with killer guilt
Stop, time’s running out
And before it’s too late, you gotta leave the ruin behind
Stop, the wheel spins and spins
Stop if the path you’re on doesn’t inspire you.