Las Cuentas
Leiva
The Bills
Only the demons remain now
The property and the rubble
We fall like feathers
We smell the bottom and fall short
It's time for self-destruction
To shoot without ornaments
I'll set fire to the mattress
That burst our autumns
Why aren't there double graves?
Why does goodbye feel like a vein?
We love what we lost
We want what poisons
And so we never get the bills right
No one carries us on their shoulders anymore
Vanity, hidden agendas
We burn the heights
We kiss the dust and dive deep
It's time for self-destruction
To finish off without ornaments
I held onto the inspiration
That left me our demons
Why aren't there double graves?
Why does goodbye feel like a vein?
We love what we lost
We want what poisons
And so we never get the bills right
The bills don't add up
