I got this ideas all up in my mind,
trying to reach the conclusion of my creation.
whats going on between my mind and my soul?,
que jodienda me pasa?
is it just so complex or is it just unreal?.
My mind is so fucking wrinkle,
I've been waiting to wear my disguise since i was born,
is it me or myself?,
so real, son unreal, so fake, so dramatic... So nothing!.
Fuck the system, fuck the image, fuck the sound of being fucked,
fuck the mainstream, fuck...
So many fucks right?.
This light is darker than the shadow following my soul,
this simplicity is terrible (it can even eat my pants),
no sense? then get the sense out of your pocket.
Ufff, i guess is over, i guess is time to stop writing.
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