Riesgo de Contagio

My body tells me not to get close to anyone anymore
However, my mind doesn't understand reasons and ignores the evil it carries
My body knows the danger I pose to others
Yet, my mind tells me: Anyway, this is the end

I just want to know what of all this is real
I don't know what to believe, I don't know what to believe
Either way, there's no one, there's no one

I infected them with my illness
I don't even know who I am, I don't know where I am
If I see one, I see two
I think this evil is mental

My body told me: The risk of contagion is very high
Yet, my mind is occupied with poems by Sylvia Plath
My body is very aware of the current pandemic
My mind plays with knives, in full quarantine

I just want to know which of all is the truth
It's not a matter of faith, hallelujah, amen
Either way, there's no one, there's no one

I infected them with my illness
In this conversation
I think I'm all alone, I think I'm all alone

I will lock myself in my home
I never said no in the same position
Just watching the clock

Deciding what is real
Deciding what is real
Deciding what is real