Cierto
Hereford
True
Beware of me, I am the mirror that looks at you
I numbed your pain, but I didn't heal the wounds
And I helped you hide everything
That embarrassed you
I would have preferred to reflect your conscience
Beware of me, I am the word from your mouth
If you use me, I might come back to you like a rock
And your habit is to speak
Twice as much as you listen
How good it was to swallow me before giving you more problems
True, regrettable but true
You spend your life filling holes and that's true
Beware of me, I am the money you need
If I leave, you feel bad, and if I stay, I confuse you
For me you bleed, for me you kill
For me you left the city
I am envy, I am luck, I am the hunger of the people
True, regrettable but true
You spend your life filling holes and that's true
