Sektor Inesperado de Marfield

My deliberate passion, my desire to free you from pain
I haven't been able to distance you from the natural prison that I feel
I know you're irrelevant but you're more interesting, think about it
How can I hurt you if the same blood flows between us?

Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it

It must be just a game to get lost and then grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it catches fire?
Come back, I get desperate, fear is felt
Then I find out that stress isn't stress if you see it as a stranger
God made puppeteers, who was the first?
Then I find out that stress isn't stress if you see it as a stranger
It must be just a game to lose fear and grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it catches fire?

If the shadows take over your mind they limit you
Time passes and over the years your essence weakens
The apostles of the sun exchange gold for dynamite
I went for dandelions and found a daisy

What makes you happier is not always what you need
But when I drink alcohol things look prettier
If the outlook is gray, colors revive you
I remember the sun's brightness even if the clouds take it away

Tell me how many times you felt it, how many times you kept quiet and then said it
Did you regret it? Tell me how many times you lost and then won
Did you love or just wanted? What is love? A feeling?
How to explain the connection between the canvas and the painter?

Immense color, intense heat of tomorrow
I like the suspense and I'm not tense about the plot
It's just my ideas talking
But I don't understand the language of my consciousness voice

I go to sleep when sadness overcomes me
What can I do, if I'm crazy
I couldn't keep that promise
I met my god by staying away from the church
I go to sleep when sadness overcomes me
What can I do, if I'm crazy

What if they told you that death is waiting outside with a cloak to take you away?
Would you have the courage to go with her or would you stay inside with the illusion of staying alive?
I'm not sure what I trust, I'm used to chills
While I try to design the shape of emptiness and illuminate that dark corner
Locked inside me, along with memories that become torture

There's a very thin line between fear and tenderness
And I visualize the risk, but at this point, I prefer to die trying than to miss the adventure
Am I selfish for wanting to die before those I love?
What hurts more, a shot or the last hug?
Could it be that there is no better prize than existing while you wait for someone to appear in a dream and give you a clue, bring you closer to heaven or hell?
Or wherever because let's imagine that the world is actually the thought of a genius
Who can get bored of thinking about us and make us disappear

Ki-ti-ti-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-chop
Ki-ti-ti-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-chop
Ki-ti-ti-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-chop
Ki-ti-ti-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-pa, pa-chi-to-to-chop

Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, chiquitibum
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, chiquitibum
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, chiquitibum
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, chiquitibum

Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it
Pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop, pa-pa-chi-to-to-chop
Feel it

It must be just a game to get lost and then grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it catches fire?
Come back, I get desperate, fear is felt
Then I find out that stress isn't stress if you see it as a stranger