Las Cuentas
Leiva
The Bills
Only the demons remain
Property and debris
We fall like feathers
We smell the bottom and we fall short
It's time for self-destruction
To shoot without embellishments
I will set fire to the mattress
That burst our autumns
Why are there no graves of two?
Why does goodbye feel in vein?
We love what we lost
We want what poisons
And so we never get the bills
No one takes us on their shoulders anymore
Vanity, double bottoms
We burn the heights
We kiss the dust and we fall deep
It's time for self-destruction
To finish without decorations
I grabbed hold of inspiration
that left me our demons
Why are there no graves of two?
Why does goodbye feel in vein?
We love what we lost
We want what poisons
And so we never get the bills
Why are there no graves of two?
Why does goodbye feel in vein?
We love what we lost
We want what poisons
And so we never get the bills
The accounts don't come out
The accounts don't come out
The accounts don't come out
