Mensaje

Don't lift me up too high if you want to reach me,
don't drown me in your envy, I don't want to suffocate.
Many in indifference need your attention,
don't be a hypocrite just to see me in this place.
I'm not better, I'm not worse, I'm not special.
Illusions, frustrations, to be or not to be real.
Fanaticism, religions, your ideal trend.
Your combative sermons are dying just like
that revolutionary on the shirt your mom bought you.
It's easy to become what you criticize,
searching for your truth, what truth?
No more twists, don't follow me,
I don't know where I'm going,
don't look at me, don't imitate me,
I still don't know what I am.
I don't believe in humanity, its rational pose
is the oldest synonym for selfishness,
the plague of today, the universal scum.
I don't take responsibility for my actions, I'm not your savior,
don't put your nails and your cross on me,
I'm not Jesus, I'm not Jesus, and I'm not God.