MUERTO EN VIDA (part. Recycled J)

Yeah
Children of Ruin (Children of Ruin)
Says

Based on gaps and unbuttoning
Before The Orchard was born and topping the charts (ah)
Goyard belt, skull on the necklace
Yesterday it seemed like a joke what we used to dream, and today

I feel like Goya, man, throwing down strokes
I don’t know if it’s paranoia or the cognac
But I’m still like a dog, like a sack of crystal bones
Looking for a crazy girl to scratch and caress

Where there were cobwebs
With style and skill, three punks were causing a scene in Malasaña and Tribunal (yeah)
Ask in Spain, doesn’t matter if mainstream or underground
None of these losers can step on my turf (no)

I only know how to plant, hustle, and waste
Stay up all night and play, fill it like a wholecar
They tell me to delegate, I’m more about stepping on the gas
Right in the face and speed it up, fucker, with the run-run

Look at my salty tears
Without wings we learned to fly
No plan B or plan C, because plan A worked
If it worked, I’d come back by day, because it all felt the same

I was a legal legend, keeping it illegal
Looking for a Penelope or a Monica at the bar
I found a Moorish queen who knew how to make me fall
And my group’s name on a golden plaque

I’ve traveled through cities and slept in a park (ah)
I’ve woken up with models not even knowing their names (nah)
I’ve spent unacceptable money on champagne
Don’t tell my mom about that (please)

I lost count of the times I swore
Empty words that later got carried away by the wind (the wind)
All the times I slammed against the wall
An uneasy conscience, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone (on anyone)

Sometimes I think I don’t deserve this (no)
And other times I think if I’m not here, the top spot’s vacant (no, no, no)
I was arrogant without a place to fall dead
And now that I can flex, I don’t want to

But if they knew what my time is worth
They’d understand my anger when the guy in front is slow
I take long routes and pass, the rubber on the asphalt
In my record, more goodbyes than I’m sorry

And there’s nothing left open (open)
And the dealer won’t take my 500 bills
I was never one to cook on low heat (nah)
I’m more about burning it all down to the foundations

I have more allergies than joys
And at this point in the movie, we’re not here for nonsense
Like where I was born, the stars couldn’t be seen
We followed the lights of Gran Vía

I closed my eyes to stop being blind
They thought I was selling smoke until they saw the fire
We just wanted to live off singing
And we repeated the lie until one day it was true (-true)

I never did it for fame or money (-money)
I win and lose because I play
I was poor in a posh town but I had guts
And now I’m rich in a working-class neighborhood

Keep the champagne, the flowers, the trophy (-phy)
I’m tired of coming in first
Put the knife to my throat like the barber
And take it all from me, I’ll earn it back again

And it’s true that life is beautiful
Even though sometimes it’s a bitch, even though sometimes it slips away
And it’s easier to blame you
Than to apologize when I mess up

I cry for having the old man sick
Until I think my brother has his in heaven
I have dreams but I can’t sleep
It’s so cold in hell and I go out to look for you
But I can’t find anything worth remembering
And I’m already dead inside

I’m dead inside
I’m dead inside
I’m dead inside