Donde Esconder Tantas Manos?

I’m not the one, it’s him
I act right and he doesn’t
Ah, no, I’m not moving from here
Just because of skin, sex, religion
I won’t try on your shoes

Who are we gonna throw against a wall
When there’s no one left?
Maybe a loyal dog in exchange for food
Enduring the unbearable

Afraid of being worse, afraid of being better
Always afraid, always fearing
Living in the past, dragging out today
Yeah, Victor, yeah, just surviving

Judging in bulk
You’re drifting further from the judgment that matters most
Which is the inner judgment
That’s the one we have to face
Being part of this mess

You attribute the groove of a riff
One hundred percent
To the peace of nicotine
Maternal and paternal hypochondria
Inherited vitamin

Pleasures shorten your leash
And you think you’re untameable
What’s the point of walking through this society
Boasting about being responsible?

If like an octopus you’re throwing stones
There’s nowhere to hide so many hands
It’s better to admit the cowardice of fleeing
Than the responsibility of living

No matter how far you push me from reality
I always come back
Hellish psychology, spicy, sweet, and salty
But I wake up and I don’t go back

After some time at last
The mirror reflects a more familiar image
I’m choosing at will
And alternating can have spicy, sweet, and salty

I duel with anyone who says I’m doing fine
Because there are ups and downs in this life
I’m grown, and let’s not confuse
Pride with self-esteem!

Because pride looks down from above
And doesn’t cry for others’ sorrows
Meanwhile, self-esteem is contagious
And spreads to any good person

Judging in bulk
You’re drifting further from the judgment that matters most
Which is the inner judgment
That’s the one we have to face
Being part of this mess

If like an octopus you’re throwing stones
There’s nowhere to hide so many hands
It’s better to admit the cowardice of fleeing
Than the responsibility of living