Perfume

That girl who hurts herself, writes and feels it
She never knows what she has but always wants more
I’ve fought for this life just to lose it
Hiding my tears in the storm

My snake, hearts of stone
I’ve carried so much that I forgot what it feels like to really feel
I never knew how to be the guy they think
Behind an image, no one sees who’s really there

I’m tired of the games, the wheel, the business
I’m creating a whole room full of sad hearts
I made it up there because of the shit you did
And in the end, it was the duck who didn’t want to go with the swans

God damn man

Music, emotions on trial
Analyzing what you feel from the worst perfumes
Living for a dream of street kids
And crying for them when I see what they build

Like when I talked about love because it was just words
And when everything died, I thought: Let’s see who survives
Wolf, sheep’s clothing, I’m here for whatever it takes
And when the bag is full, the conscience runs away

Now the time has come to steal our youth
And I’m holding the worst card, matching the bank another million bucks
Will it go well or bad? Well, I don’t know, but I’ll take it
After all, it’s what I’ve always done, Big K

The sky is already dark
My tear ducts are crying from all this smoke
The rain only tells you where you are, not where we’re going
The clouds up there cover everything that’s yours
And they don’t let me see how far we’ve come

I dedicate my 'insecure' to music
I’m getting off here, my love, I’m afraid of heights
The dreams of a child who doesn’t grow up
And when you erase the trace, that’s when it lasts the longest

Breaking the pen, taking down this theater
Losing the obligation to smile at the stage
Writing a song that leads me to tears
And keeping it for myself because letting it out is killing us

Not regretting anything because I’ve always hated change
And if it has to happen, let it be by chance or a miracle
Barna, the neighborhood, lights and stages
The worst part of reason is that it comes from their lips

On the peak, on the hill, everyone looks down
And I’m looking higher because there’s still work to do
And I won’t let it go, no way, I backed out for the sketch
I’m everything I gather in the places I travel

Smoking a joint, I remember the letdowns
The luck of the rest, not a trace of mine
And I suffer if I keep quiet, and if I write it, I waste it
Inside my subconscious, we barely manage to cope

Distant from everything you ask of me
If you don’t want me to love you, hide the world and don’t even look at me
The lie grew bigger than the crime
And the truth will die as soon as you forget it

I who bit the apple
And I’m left with this face watching how what we were gets destroyed
The world always spins, never stops
If you die tomorrow, everyone will replace you.