Bocetos y Primeras Grabaciones

I, I don't know when I forgot
I don't know when I forgot that habit
Is the dessert on the menu
Is the dessert on the menu for the suicidal

I want to come back to you
Wash away sins with fresh water
Start over
(I think it's a tone up, right? A little higher)

Your portrait has a Sun that doesn't appear
And a shadow that attacks you from the left
Your portrait, eh

Dream jungle will generate
Magic dies of hunger
Fake laughs; lies, truth
Carpets stained with blood

(They have to program a, a drum kit to see how that feels)

Put on that white dress, let your knees show
Give me everything that can't be done
Put everything on, I tear it off; I make my way through your knees
After that, we'll see what needs to be seen

I don't care and it doesn't ruin me that my chess is in check
More than 30 thousand news in today's morning paper
Injustice is in fashion
And I don't know if I'm coming or going

Caravans of teenagers
Caravans of teenagers
Caravans of teenagers
Line up at the border

She sells so much
She always dreams
She always dreams of the beach
Of healing and with a song