De Frente

If you're not guilty of your hard living
I'm not guilty of dying for you
You like life in excess
You're into the boat and the plaster
You're into the V-I-P

Crazy, you don't want to visit my garden
A dry landscape, that's the picture
I'm not Greenpeace
It's charred from when I burned
I don't even water my throat, I'll always be a grey kid

Always with hands forward
The bad guy isn't so bad if he knows and goes head-on
I know deep down it bothers you that I sing
Poor those who look up to you

Always with hands forward
The bad guy isn't so bad if he knows and goes head-on
I know deep down it bothers you that I sing
Poor those who look up to you

That I'm neurodivergent
Music stimulates my subconscious too much
When I dissociate suddenly
You see me staring at a fixed point but I'm on Mars
I hope they make a point and apart on your face

Revenge only tastes good when it tastes like blood
You've awakened my anger and it's hungry
That's why Babi will never be the same

For me, for me, for me and for art
For losing the will and not even being able to shower
For taking your love to the limit
So you'd leave me high and dry

And now everyone says come
But I remain immersed in this, my sweet duel
I'm not a friar of this sect of interests
Although I spend the whole damn day making crosses

I'm not afraid of crosses
I don't agree with those who play with lights
I don't risk anymore to then fall flat on my face
Crazy, I prefer not to take anyone at the wheel than to let you drive

Don't cross me
I don't agree with those who play with lights
I don't risk anymore to then fall flat on my face
Crazy, I prefer not to take anyone at the wheel than to let you drive

Don't ask God to come see you
If God existed, he'd pay your rent
Just dance with this life and its ups and downs
Because I know there's no balls to kill you

You make lyrics, I make diamonds
Raw but elegant sound
I can write with the painkillers
Every man for himself, we've come in strong

Always with hands forward
The bad guy isn't so bad if he knows and goes head-on
I know deep down it bothers you that I sing
Poor those who look up to you

Always with hands forward
The bad guy isn't so bad if he knows and goes head-on
I know deep down it bothers you that I sing
Poor those who look up to you