Dejando Al Mundo

Don't blame me
Because I follow the truth that God sculpts
It's not my moral standard that you spit out
The ministry of your word, that's audacity
An illusion like an oasis in a desert
A path straight to homicide
Like a candle burning with fire
Like the heat of the earth without a cloud of dew
Like poison

If the one giving advice were a master
Who is the master of that master?
The one carving an idol of wood or plaster
In the likeness of what he hasn't seen in heaven
He who hates the words of the Gospel is not of the Kingdom of God
And doesn't understand His Word
The Divine Scripture exists for the benefit of man
Who wants to walk the right path
Weak mind in the mouth of a strong leader calls a troop
That worships the throne of death
Trains bombs that explode
Leads people to madness between conflicting principles and concepts
Shut your mouth

I don't want a stranger in my house
Don't waste my trust or stain my white blouse
I no longer trust in image and likeness
I'm leaving the world, in the world was my stain

(Wide is the gate that leads to the loser)
Wide is the gate that leads to the loser
The heavens of my shoes broke
And now I try to break the contracts
And have no dealings with the false moments of pleasure that brought me
I no longer want to please my ego
I can't burn myself again
Now I want to see as a blind person sees
Kneel, ask for forgiveness
Because I thought lies were a solution
For unleashing anger and breaking my fingers
Because I paid with betrayal for a betrayal
And stubbornly held onto my own opinion
For not putting Jesus Christ first
For confusing the world with heaven
For letting television influence me
And for judging the whole planet
For putting a man as an idol in my heart
Adopting an option that is not an option

For adjectives that swell without reason
For taking too long to forgive those who broke me
For raising my voice to my Mother and Father
For the children of my love who were not born
Now I see the enemy and don't believe him
I don't fight against blood and flesh

I've swept my soul, have a sofa of calm
And mercy higher than a palm tree
A soft ambition and a bare hand
And when it's time to give, I have more than enough
I watch out for traps because there are so many
And I don't want to slip from my mountain
I'm in my tool, I love my singing
And I think work ennobles the soul
I don't want to take the path that stagnates me
I don't want to waste saliva that doesn't save
I don't want to harm you if you don't love me
Love is a decision and it's wise
There is much sin in many words
That's why I confess in the early hours
And I've told you everything and nothing