Su Auto Dejo De Funcionar

Infiltrate me with heat,
Said your leather
I want a squad
Of fucking poison
Learning's not my thing,
I always escape the same way
Exorcise me with the breeze
Of your breath,
You can't deny,
That I'm slipping from your hands
Surviving, it’s all uphill
Can I come in?
I’m running out of time
Hurry up
The morning washes me clean
The morning washes me clean
Like it’s my fault
You won’t smoke my ashes
Like it’s my fault
You scatter my ashes
They lie to protect the truth
Superstitions rule their minds.
They lie to protect the truth
Superstitions rule their minds.