Sektor Inesperado de Marfield

My deliberative passion, my desire to free you from pain
I have no longer been able to get you away from the natural prison that I feel I am in
I know you're irrelevant but you're more interesting, think about it
How can I hurt you when the same blood flows between us?

Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it

It has to 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'm desperate, I feel the fear
Later I found out that stress isn't stress if you see it as a foreigner
God made puppeteers, who was the first?
Later I found out that stress isn't stress if you see it as a foreigner
It has to be just a game to lose the fear and grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it catches fire?

If shadows take over your mind, they limit it
Time passes and with 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 isn't always what you need
But when I drink alcohol things look prettier
If the outlook is grey, colours will revive you
I remember the brightness of the sun even though the clouds take it away from me

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

Immense color, the intense heat of tomorrow
I like suspense and I'm not tense about the plot
They are just my ideas that they talk about
But I don't understand the language of the voice of my conscience

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

What would happen if you were told that death was waiting for you outside with a cloak to go with you?
Would you have the courage to go with her or would you stay inside with the hope of staying alive?
I don't know what I trust anymore, I'm used to the chills
While I try to design the shape of the void and illuminate that dark corner
Locked inside me, along with memories that become torture

There is 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 gunshot or the last hug?
Could it be that there is no better reward than existing while you wait for someone to appear in a dream who will give you a clue, bring you closer to heaven or hell?
Or wherever because we imagine that in reality the world is the thought of a genius
That he can get bored of thinking about us and make us disappear

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Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it
Fucking bitches to the job, fucking bitches to the job
Feel it

It has to be just a game of getting lost and then growing again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it catches fire?
Come back, I'm desperate, I feel fear
Later I found out that stress isn't stress if you see it as a foreigner

God made puppeteers, who was the first?
Later I found out that stress isn't stress if you see it as a foreigner
It has to be just a game to lose the fear and grow again
What do they see in the Garden of Eden if it catches fire?