Ni Princepes Ni Princesas

Ripped out, poor flower
just looking for something better
torn apart, without love
never sold her heart.
With a kick, I break the sun.

Deceived, I don't know why
I believe it and so do you
delusion, how beautiful
even this ulcer hurts me.

With a kick, I break the sun.

My windows are walls
I have no doors or balcony
don't stop to hear my voice
I'm heading straight to a firing squad.

With a kick, I break the sun.