Mil demonios

I can't help thoughts escaping from here
I don't want my mouth to stop them from coming out
I don't intend to be the archetype the world will follow
Nor deny being a monster that refuses to die

I'm the most accurate portrait of an endless abyss
Looking into my mind is like throwing yourself off a cliff and dying
Making some absolute thoughts in you
Suddenly find a grave to let them rest

You can't see me, but you can feel me
Entering in the form of sounds into your mind and saying

You can deny me, but I'll stay here
If you're not aware, it's innocently inside you
They can tell you many things about me
Can you trust words that don't come from here?
They can lie to you, they can even say

Half-truths that distort what I try to write
But how do I try to express all this to others?
If my lyrics are hermetic, venatic, hard to explain
Maybe because my mind is a labyrinth with a beginning but no end
My enigmatic, ideatic thoughts, who can decipher them?
There are a thousand demons in me

Some fight for world peace, others to escape and seek
Freedom, regardless of hurting someone else
There are a thousand demons in me

None of them can be silenced, they scream every thought to others
Because they will never accept to submerge their thoughts (they won't give in)
I wanted to know more, and I didn't judge others

Without first looking inside me to hear my demons speak
And from them, I hid the beasts that sought to kill
But over time, I learned that I had to set them free

What is a human repressing what they can desire
If not the decline of a mind that could reason?
I'm that stranger, whom many will judge

For not aligning with the current moral thinking
But how do I try to express all this to others?
If my lyrics are hermetic, venatic, hard to explain
Maybe because my mind is a labyrinth with a beginning but no end
My enigmatic, ideatic thoughts, who can decipher them?
There are a thousand demons in me

Some fight for world peace, others to escape and seek
Freedom, regardless of hurting someone
There are a thousand demons in me

None of them can be silenced, they scream every thought to others
Because they will never accept to submerge their thoughts (they won't give in)
Maybe you can't see my face but my being
Because I want you to see the monster beneath my skin
Is it not sharing your ideas what makes you fear?
Or that looking at me turns you into what you once hated?
Will you be the angel or the demon in the eyes of others?
Who is the judge that determines what is evil and good?
Who assures you that you're not the bad one too?

If morality is not black or white but both at the same time
But how do I try to express all this to others?
If my lyrics are hermetic, venatic, hard to explain
Maybe because my mind is a labyrinth with a beginning but no end
My enigmatic, ideatic thoughts, who can decipher them?
There are a thousand demons in me

Some fight for world peace, others to escape and seek
Freedom, regardless of hurting someone
There are a thousand demons in me
None of them can be silenced, they scream every thought to others
Because they will never accept to submerge their thoughts (they won't give in)