Iberia Sumergida

I woke up
With my fists tightly clenched
And the reckless rage
Of my youth

Innocence
Lets us off the hook for mistakes
Let everyone contribute what they know

They made you bread
And there we consumed you
And revenge is such a useless trace

This is my place
And this is my thorn
Submerged Iberia
In its underground whispers

You formulate questions
With seeds of answers
And I know your path by heart

I don’t think I’ll watch
Where most of their
Ownership hugs
Lead nowhere, find a way out

Now that
You’re suffering from insomnia
You’d wish to die in a nap

This is my place
And this is my thorn
Submerged Iberia
In its underground whispers