Navega

I see some steps over the waters
And the voice telling me: Navigate
A furious sea tells me the opposite
But I know that this voice never fails

I packed my things to disappear from the world
But I saw that nothing is taken from here
Death is always looking me in the eyes
And sometimes, it seems to flirt

The chaos of this world affects me
The chaos of this world affects me
The chaos of this world is cold, deep
It caresses me, drowns me, and affects me

Who dares to speak of love
In this world locked in darkness?
The worst prisons are those that make us
Think the door is open

The voice is saying: Navigate
The voice is saying: Navigate
Navigate, navigate, navigate
Navigate, navigate, navigate

I asked God why the world stopped
He asked me why the world was running
That question paralyzed me
Because, somehow, it answered me

As usual, the cure was the grimace
We fell in love with anesthesia
And not knowing how to deal with our own mess
We judged that the cure no longer existed
Between banknotes and petals, pearls and pills
And such frivolous fables, the ego here is just a film
And it can't be sustained, even if it lies
Life is tough and hits until it cracks
We demand proof that proves God
Until we see our life hanging by a thread
No equation has yet answered
What account fills this void

Pay attention to invisible things
Notice how tangible they are
Pay attention to insensitive men
Notice how fragile they are

The worst ignorant is the one who swears he knows
The dirtiest of lies is half-truth
Dive in, the bottom doesn't always drown
Welcome to the end of the world
This is the soundtrack

(Welcome to the end of the world)
(This is the soundtrack)
(This is the soundtrack)
(This is the soundtrack)

I miss that age
Where life was just the slide
Our selfishness is dirty, useless
Petty, murderous, and tacky

My mother used to say: Be careful, boy
Don't run, evil doesn't wait
Who dares to play tag
In a world where death catches you?

The voice is saying: Navigate
The voice is saying: Navigate
Pepper in the eye of the poor doesn't burn
It doesn't sting, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't blind

Left and right is just an intersection
Where everyone complains about the turn signal
But no one moves forward, we're just children
Playing to see who makes more mistakes

No one is right in this shit
Tell me who's right in this shit
Life is a breath and the pursuit of the top
Leaves us so close to the fall
The ego's road is made of glass
Beware, one day it will break