Ahumado

I'm underground, like traps in Vietnam
The one above doesn't help me wake up
I traverse the universe when I paint
And try to convince myself that I know different.

Involuntary,
I close when I enter
Like looking at you and smiling inside.
I'm going to die with what I have on,
I enjoy making S-shaped instead of flying straight.

I'm throwing punches,
Passing hands.
The angels tired of throwing dice.
Fearless in the hangman's game,
Because being hanged wouldn't be complicated.

Penetrations can be superficial,
Or high trips in spaceships.
I weaken like god and his signals.
Lies are loaded with truths,
And you know it.

It doesn't get to you if you really deserve it,
Children fight like roosters in the coop.
Don't tell them everything you know,
Or tomorrow they'll take your keys.