MUGRE

There are anxieties that leave you skeletal
They are not calmed even with rounds of painkillers
So let it go, this time it's not hypothetical
And if you don't let go of the crap, you'll end up choleric

And I understand that you're tired
Sometimes the absence is a disturbing issue
Moving from the remorse of a past event
To the future that is a well full of uncertainty

I was offered a lot to fit the idiot profile
And although I don't stray too far, I choose the difficult
That leads me to a certain paralysis
Chaos outside and chaos inside, double crisis

I no longer analyze
I'm cutting the bike's cardboard
I play with the instability of my psyche
But everything will be fine, so take it easy

My soul turns ugly when the day breaks
And the Sun screams: What are you going to do today?
I find refuge again where everything darkens
And my shames dance without you being able to see them

This is my flash, just like that
And what does it matter if it doesn't reach everyone?
What they love is a trap for fools
They analyze the words, somewhere I screw them
They don't know that there is no what if there is no how

I sin by resorting to the ego
And I invented a place to bring magic to the game
You always do the same, fool, you lack balls
Don't talk about identity when you pigeonhole yourself out of fear

Lost in the crowd, eh
Between dreams that disturb you, eh
In the rotting calm
Your flesh is uncertainty

Hope that rots, eh
Don't let it become a habit, eh
Living among the dirt, dirt
That shine that covers you, a layer that rots

I look up, panic falls
Rain on my face, pale type
I want to be magical like that rabbit
That is running behind your reflection, don't you see it?

One, two, three, a loop of stress that traps us
Silences that tighten the throat
Encrypted words, the mob falls
I can't cheat on the truth

I entered strong, like a shot of aguardiente
And I speak clearly even with the knife between my teeth
In this stretch, I'm not carried away by the current
Everything I spill is what I emanate from my belly

And talking about me sounds strange
I can't sleep when a thousand sticks rain outside, eh
The smoke they sell us is getting more expensive
No one takes responsibility for the noise of those shots

Lost in the crowd, eh
Between dreams that disturb you, eh
In the rotting calm
Your flesh is uncertainty

Hope that rots, eh
Don't let it become a habit, eh
Living among the dirt, dirt
That shine that covers you, a layer that rots

Lost in the crowd, eh
Between dreams that disturb you, eh
In the rotting calm
Your flesh is uncertainty

Hope that rots, eh
Don't let it become a habit, eh
Living among the dirt, dirt
That shine that covers you, a layer that rots