La risa del diablo

I laugh at your laughter, you come and step on me, you crush me good, you feel fine, the devil in the mirror gives me the kiss of death, what luck that I'm still alive.
I tear through each day and I don’t die, I don’t die, but sadness lurks at the threshold, stretching its claws, trying to swallow you whole, like nothing, nothing, trash all around, I breathe out...
Since I was a kid, they told me life was a gift, I smoke another one and can’t stop singing, the mic in my mouth, my mind gives it all, and my tongue touches it, words hang in the noose, upside down, my self screams, "How do I break free?", "How do I get out?". "How do I feel it in freedom?", so it can run through the speaker and hug you, clinging to something that doesn’t exist, you break down the structure that can’t take it anymore, more than you, more than your eyes of malice that shine in the dark, let me go, just leave me alone now, you count to ten, I take off with my feet, do you want to finish me off? For what? I don’t know anymore... I don’t know anymore.
I’m gonna start, I have inspiration, the hours pass with this song, tell me what you’re gonna do, you’re not thinking of running.
Games, lies, you laugh, you walk, and tell me why you do it if you’re scared of the cops, I see nothing, I just want to go out and walk the street, to see you laugh, we’re four on the bass, four on the guitar, four on the drums, and all four in your bed, I’m talking about the tits and nothing more, this is my way of fucking.
Where do you want to go, where do you want to go, from afar, Los Tetas can be heard coming, sicoalfadiscoteta go go go go...