Gran Show

I forgot to feel
On the ground like crazy, looking for my broken horns
And yes, I became selfish and started living
Thinking about me
I lived what I wanted to live
And I understood that it doesn't matter what you don't like
With the heart I decide, I don't even use my head

Because if I regret it
At least I don't make excuses
I prefer to look at myself in the mirror
And not see an intruder
Even if it costs me to see
How my people are leaving
I have hands at hand that don't give me
I have a sea of never-ending doubts

I have a gun and a thousand extra bullets
I just need one, I don't say anything
But sometimes I feel like
What a fucking pleasure it must be
To shoot you if you're missing
My question is
Why not be born again?
So God gives me more time
And I make peace with him

I understand that my music
Is not understood by everyone and it's normal
Even I feel from another era
I stop to see things
That seem fleeting
So I waste a lot of time and gain
More real reason
I don't give a damn about what you sometimes call a problem
You want more followers, I want a full belly
Everyone thinks they're unique but they all sound the same to me
Do I join this circus? Or do I cut my veins?

I went inside and watched them
The world passed me by in Slow
I told myself, don't look
Everything was a fucking big show
It was a show, how they talked, looked, everything
It was a show, their little hairs, their clothes, everything
It was a show, a shit stuck on a stick
It was a show, everything was a big show

I'm talking about the one who buys a Chanel coat
But goes to the brothel every night
You don't have to be a genius
Or a Nobel Prize winner
There's a drug called money
And it comes with paper
I've seen shitty music
Move shitty people
Sell shitty lyrics
Creating shitty trends

It's so easy to create
That nothing is created anymore
Now I understand, everything fits
That's why I see a thirteen-year-old
Calling her a pig
Because she thinks what she listens to
Is cool and the truth
Get it through your head that to those people
You don't matter a damn
But you are the future of a country
Be purer
Me, sitting thinking about my fire
What if I'm the weird one?
No, I don't think I'll ever get used to life
Living off nothing
And yes, of course I
Have observed myself
And certain things I thought
May have changed
But if you judge an eye
By the shit it has seen
And not by its gaze
The eye will never be loved
It will be bad, weird, strange
Like the black sheep of the flock
It will be bad, weird, strange
It will be bad
The world passed me by in slow
Everything was a lie, a big show

I went inside and watched them
The world passed me by in Slow
I told myself, don't look
Everything was a fucking big show
It was a show, how they talked, looked, everything
It was a show, their little hairs, their clothes, everything
It was a show, a shit stuck on a stick
It was a show, everything was a big show