Soy

I am a son of my blood
I am my own ideology
My temple, my teacher
My truth and my lie
I resurrect when I feel
That my ashes are flying

I am the hitman who forgave myself
I am twisted right
Bad lover, good artist
An unstable compound
Decomposed of poems

I am (I am), I am what I am (I am)
I am because I am (I am)
In what I am (I am)
I am because I go
Where they go
All the dreams I pursue

I am the most perfect imperfection
I have no creator
I reinvent myself all the time

I am what remains of my voice
Because of the disgust of enduring
So much procession inside

I am like this, I am what I am
My destiny, my amulet
I am like this, and where I go
I am... Always what I want

I have anger, hope
I have envy, I have jealousy
I have so much humanity
Embedded here in my body
I have a clear conscience
And the closet full of dead

I am (I am), I am what I am (I am)
I am because I am (I am)
In what I am (I am)
I am because I go
Where they go
All the dreams I pursue

I am the most perfect imperfection
I have no creator
I reinvent myself all the time

I am what remains of my voice
Because of the disgust of enduring
So much procession inside

I am like this, I am what I am
My destiny, my amulet
I am like this, and where I go
I am... Always what I want

I am the most perfect imperfection
I have no creator
I reinvent myself all the time

I am what remains of my voice
Because of the disgust of enduring
So much procession inside

I am like this, I am what I am
My destiny, my amulet
I am like this, and where I go
I am... Always what I want