Como Yo A Ti
Barricada
Like I Do to You
I have this feeling that
The last train is slipping away from me without mercy
And I've found myself sitting back on the tracks
Maybe its whistle flew too high
Or the smoke turned invisible
And it passed right by my nose without a scent
And I hear the sound of the locomotive
Like a pile of scrap metal
I give it the finger as it pulls away
The worn-out tracks
So many acts of sanity
The screws are tightened
Like I am to you
I try to find surprises in the tunnel
And offer you the best trick
But I'm feeling around for those who came before
And as I keep spinning, I realize
They're putting everyone
Into this black pit that has no bottom
The worn-out tracks
So many acts of sanity
The screws are tightened
Like I am to you
It's the routine that burns the routine
It's the routine that burns every day
It's the routine, what a bad routine
It's the routine that burns every day
