prioridades

With that mind, love yourself, commit
To please the incompetent
And bring down their feet from the cloud and be their neighbor across the street
You'll see how good you feel

That we die from the inside out
That we step on asphalt, territory, highway
With no money in the wallet, little remains
For you to spit blood on your side and be stardust

Suspension, feel like you're flying
Microscopic energy, emerging emulsions, agnostic people
Self-diagnosing a hundred diopters
If fear is your philosophy, your mantra, hypochondria

It's normal to feel cold
If you don't enjoy the warmth of empathy
I invite you to delimit what was holding you back
I invite you to premeditate future dystopias
I invite you to premeditate your life in harmony

The perfect woman who doesn't pray at your altar
The one you see so close, but won't touch
The one you call narrow-minded, fragile masculinity
Take your vanity out to dinner, doses of reality

The perfect woman you don't know how to care for
The one you think competes, but has no rival
The one you call narrow-minded, fragile masculinity
Take your dignity out to dinner, it's eaten by the lime

I feel in constant 'good enough'
I find myself on the edge of the abyss without prayers so I won't jump
That I haven't done my duties, I climb up the walls
I'm starting to be what everyone wants, the tip of the iceberg

I'm growing horns
Hypothermia and they beg me for silence
If I have a soul, why do I feel like just a body?
If nothing animates me, and nothing animates me, everything undermines my morale

If everything resides in the cerebral cortex
If not to digress but I feel like a vegetable
If at least you watered me, I'd tell you to hold on
But you spit in my face, that venom so lethal, girl

But you spit in my face, that venom so lethal, girl
But you spit in my face, that venom so lethal, girl

The perfect woman who doesn't pray at your altar
The one you see so close, but won't touch
The one you call narrow-minded, fragile masculinity
Take your vanity out to dinner, doses of reality

The perfect woman you don't know how to care for
The one you think competes, but has no rival
The one you call narrow-minded, fragile masculinity
Take your dignity out to dinner, it's eaten by the lime

It's eaten by the lime
Stop, stop, stop
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