Puerta Negra
Las Animas Del Cuarto Oscuro
Black Door
I have ended my life
On an analyst's couch
I have ended my dreams
Of freedom
Black door
And I have thought about stopping
And facing the mysteries
And falling into the imitations
Of being like you
Black door
They have taken me out of my cave
To anchor me in the system
But I still have fragments
Of identity
Black door
I'm leaving
