basureta

Visceral boredom, hypochondria, cosmic anguish
The farthest point from the sun in my orbit
The pure boredom of living is my bitter tonic

Like a masochist in the hands of a sadist
It's the relationship of my soul with my conscience
I'm reserved, I protect myself from speaking
Because words compromise, promise

A man without word
Is the same as a goat
A bear or a snake

I don't believe in anything, I avoid disappointments
I stay away from anything that could harm me
Then I knew that glory is not for the prudent
Once I took a risk and ended up distrusting people

Always keeping distances
Stale relationships without substance
Not getting away from the vampire
Is nothing more than a tolerated nonsense

If only I had had the chance, she would have left
But she stayed by my side, I don't forget
I rambled depressed all day
And yet she looked at me with all the love she could

Fantasizing about a loop
Feeling sorry for feeling sorry
Without strength or desire, with strong reluctance
Planning a flat existence

White on white, black on black
And so on
Being one with the void and lying down
Falling, declining and falling deeply

Repeating the obsolete, staying still
Giving up the skeleton's services
Creating a ghetto on the couch
Saying goodbye to the sun and the wind, dying awake

Rebellion against one's own rebellion
Today I won't open my eyes all day
Living in a tunnel, sleeping in a tunnel
So until becoming just another stone in the tunnel

Acknowledging one's own neglect
Saying to oneself: Goodbye, did we ever meet?
Moving only to roll joints and change tracks
Sedating oneself, dying of thirst

Diving into lies, swimming in nothingness
Succumbing to tears neither acidic nor salty
Neither sweet nor bitter, yes neutral, sinister
I have become a statue

I have developed the perfect cry
But there are no prizes for this, nor affection
Blows taken by the doors
Invisible signs if you're not alert, attentive

Disconnected, it took me months
To realize I was wrong
There are butterflies that look like monsters
And there are faces that remain engraved

Because someone deceived me, I stopped being compassionate
And every day I became crueler
The innocent paid for the guilty, Nero spoke to me
Hearing him was my worst mistake

Exploding at the most inopportune moment
I throw the day in the trash at minute one
I haven't kissed it or thanked it for the juice
I've made its breakfast bitter again

With my desires to die upon waking
With a guy like this, who the hell wants to be?
Another shitty gesture, another bad response
Another shitty accusing look and I made her cry

That's why I want to blow up
When she goes to work, I'm going to split
That's not me!, that's not me!
I heard my voice: Only God can save you

And I went to a priest to exorcise me
He told me: You are noble, it's just a strange phase
Take care of yourself and take care of your loved one more
God is with you, my son, fear nothing

In the end, the solution was within me
I haven't found it yet but I'm there
The world overwhelmed me, I couldn't handle the pressure
I wish I hadn't written this song

I dream of my mother buttoning my coat
Photos of my life in the ditches
No one can bring back my friend Carlos
Nor can they take away those afternoons

The clock doesn't go backwards
We're not even allowed a pause
Inaudible tic-tac-tic-tac that torments
Time is a macabre joke

I go towards death terrified
Having wasted life angry
Now I'm sad to leave
Knowing that the time I spent hating myself is useless

The bells ring announcing my hour
Unburied body: It seems to cry!
Recent tears on my lifeless skin
The scream of my eyes for not being able to see you again

I will love you even in the afterlife
I will wait for you there with my white djellaba
If you don't forgive me, I won't rest in peace
I have always been in love with your soul

I am in charge of your happiness
I put all my goodness on the scale but it's not enough
You never lost faith in me, nor hope
That they were just strange times

Strange times where we were or were happy
Strange times where we were or were happy
Strange times where we were or were happy
Strange times where we were or were

Strange times, strange times
Strange times are coming, strange times
Strange times are coming