BOOM

I write this shit from a filthy hotel
Wanting to cut my veins right now
I feel, why the hell do I feel?
It would be easier to live without a heart or time
I don't listen to the psychologist
And that's why I'm trapped
In the loop of my prologue
I want to vent and throw myself off this balcony
And I'm on the ninth floor so the jump will shatter me
Look at me, do I look sane?
For me, I would see the world bleed out
Like a pig
There's a limit where I only have a body
Where the only desire is to reunite with my dead
Raw, my spirit is raw
Magic lyrics but they don't help me
I swallow so much anger that I have no room for pride
And I have to be careful
Since they say I now influence
I shit on everything while I break whatever I grab
And don't leave me alone with my life and a knife
And I am the example of a kid
Who wants to braid my hair
With a quince brain

Don't imitate me, really, it's not healthy
Do you want to have my mind? You'll kill yourself in a day, brother
I have two hundred voices, I see two thousand hands
Watching me at night
Like a profane demon
I suffer a permanent and depressing torture
Like a sudden lightning that ruins your whole summer
I believed in love, but not anymore
I'm a human being who sees himself as a Martian
And I don't give a damn if in music I'm a genius because all that fucking ingenuity
Dies when I love
I only see the blood on my hands
And the taste of tears' salt that I shed
Flowers? Come to my grave with flowers
You killed me
When I was healthy
Come on, come all brothers
They want to see the psychopath
Showing off everything

Boom, boom
I want to blow everything up
Boom, boom
So everything ends now
Boom, boom
Get out of the way
Boom, boom
Stop thinking
Boom, boom
I have no more
Tears to shed
Never again
I can't take it anymore

I turn a drama into a comedy
Like Charlie Chaplin
Banished from home like
Yar-Yar Binks
I don't look for an end
To a fucking world that drives you crazy
Where they make news
About J. Balvin's hairstyle
They call me Merlin with the wand
I make the sawdust come out
Of their poor little heads
My music is balms, band-aids
But that doesn't stop
My soul from calming down when it screams
The best phrases are the ones that
Give you the eyes, and they tell me I'm limping
That my shadow is halfway
I'm going to throw this bolt completely
If you want to open my door
You'll have to use dynamite
Remove, to hell with the plan
I've been looking for bread for ten years
I don't need their holy help
It's incurable and a cure is not the plan
I'll have a demon inside like Emilie
Or am I speaking languages
That they don't understand, maybe
I don't write to satisfy you, go and say
That my music is for me
Not for four babies
I have more talent than half
Of the industry, because I suffer
The anguish of writing and making myself bleed
I have gasoline for a tank
And a desire to make: Boom
To everyone very big

Boom, boom
I want to blow everything up
Boom, boom
So everything ends now
Boom, boom
Get out of the way
Boom, boom
Stop thinking
Boom, boom
I have no more
Tears to shed
Never again
I can't take it anymore