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Before treating life with its false subtlety
I go against the wall until I break my head
That's how it starts, what does it matter if the feet stumble?
Worry if your soul becomes clumsy and stiff out of fear

(Yeah, yauh) How mischievous is your gaze
And how it pierces through me out of nowhere
How strange, strange to fit together like two pieces
Have you ever thought about turning off your mind?

Some were outraged because I escaped the podium
It's only those who invent who make everything obvious
For God's sake! I know it's easy to win if I fake my face
But it would be like having sex with someone else's skin

I prefer you to see me as a monster
And if we ever come to love each other, let it be by being ourselves
Enough of the terrorism I impose on self-love
And even though I preach love, I inject myself with hatred

I miss putting on my backpack again
With my friend with his thread that pulls up
With just enough innocence to surrender to the drift
And calmly enjoy the nonsense of this life

With a numb mouth, proud and without saliva
Violet lips six consecutive nights
An expected consequence of a long revelry
Of extending the path that goes from reason to the desire that guides me

An expected consequence of a long revelry
Connects reason with the desire that guides me

An expected consequence of a long revelry
Connects reason with the desire that guides me