El Estado De Las Cosas

When powerlessness burns your blood
Doubt dissipates the evidence of things
Lack of precision
Tea clouds your mind
It's hatred,
Guiding your steps...
It doesn't matter,
even if you tell me,
that I'm involved
In a lost cause.
If the stable and permanent
is something inert
and you can't determine the state of things
lack of certainty, rusts your veins it's hatred,
Guiding your steps.
But it doesn't matter,
even if you tell me,
that I'm involved
In a lost cause.
As you see my guitar doesn't shoot
but I know where I aim
Even if you don't see the bullet.
But it doesn't matter,
even if you tell me...