Quieta

See what's there, what's wrong
Pushes and tightens, suffocates that mask
Covered in gold and diamonds
Dressed so elegantly
The impoverished skeleton
Of his vanity

Hunger for war runs through his veins
Poisoned heart
Attacks from behind
The shadow that feels no remorse
And don't expect him to come and ask for forgiveness
No

And the emptiness again
And the desire to break into pieces
Resonates in his passive image
Quiet, quiet

Disguises the words
That's where he hides
Drinking a bitter drink
Watching his hands tremble
There are marks on his skin that reveal
Cowardice turned into guilt
Punishment is necessary
To be able to feel peace
No

And the emptiness again
And the desire to break
Into pieces
Resonates in his passive image
Quiet, quiet