Malas Costumbres

Now thinking better, let's beat the clock
What are we doing at the door of this graveyard?
If they can't take anything else from us
The gold we carry inside
Save the bad habits for the end
If we have had to live such tough moments
Pretending to be normal is more complicated than being it
I'm not going to wait, I can't wait
If I wait, time devours me
I always leave the bad habits for the end
Because I don't want to keep, standing in line I don't want to die
And if I go, I prefer to arrive hitting the sky
Why like this? Why always like this?
The dirty routine that bores me
Whether it's right or wrong forces me to think of something perfect
And it makes us so bad
Living is not about being focused on a correct book
Why endure? Let those who didn't live endure
If I'm going to play, I'm not going to kill myself
Let those who lived me kill themselves
I always leave the bad habits for the end
Because I don't want to keep, standing in line I don't want to die
And if I go, I prefer to arrive hitting the sky
Why like this? Why always like this?
Whether it's right or wrong forces me to think of something perfect
And it makes us so bad