Rencor Ala Vida
Canserbero
Resentment Towards Life
It's that strange feeling that I hold and have
As in such a small heart, such immense hatred I think and think
I calm down and start to feel tense again and even though I try, I can't overcome it
It doesn't let me see clearly or hear kindness
Much less speak calmly
It's hatred and contempt that makes me blind
That makes me strong, that damn voice that tells me I can
It burns like fire, making me colder than ice
It always clouds my sky and stains my ground
I would like to taste blood like honey from all those who contribute
To inject this hatred into my skin, and if there's a God above, I ask for long life
For all my enemies who spat on me so they die of anger
When they see me at the top, drowning in their vomit full of lies
I have so many feelings like an iceberg, so many
Desires to live like a suicidal, perhaps the insane are
more sane than me because it's resentment that I feel towards life
Resentment is the world where I live
It feeds me, gives me clothes, and even the air I breathe
Sometimes I confuse if I'm awake or asleep
Because I don't waste time dreaming what I haven't fulfilled
I hear it in my ear, speaking to me with a child's voice
Subtly humiliates me, mocks me, acts like a stove
That makes my crazy blood boil to be spilled
And circulated by a heart where there's nothing
Only burning, resentment, contempt, hatred, shadows, it's easy
Whoever is not with me is against me
Burnt cigarette butts, beaten pillows, shed tears
Of rage, these are its works
Resentment lives in me like the midday sun, like the
Time on the clock, like the aroma in the flower
Like the vice that you know kills you but you don't stop, it sounds
In my head like the sound of rain on the tiles
It embarrasses you, controls you, uses you
Sometimes it's so much that I hide it with a smile
It suffocates you, drives you crazy, and when you think the soft hatred ends, it gently caresses
And starts again
I have so many feelings like an iceberg, so many
Desires to live like a suicidal, perhaps the insane are more sane than me
Because it's resentment that I feel towards life