El Trip
Los Tipitos
The Trip
This is the song that blows your mind
It's a love I have hidden here
Between my legs, I have a medal
If this ends, I want you to leave
I'm going through a rough time
And you're fighting for no reason
If you're thinking about that knife
Here it is, kill me
In the kitchen, pure adrenaline
In the hallway, knives again
When in the room, among the beers
A girl comes out, I don't know who she is
And this house is not my house
And that corpse is not mom
And what's happening, confusion
Maybe that Christmas trip
Is what made me kill her
We head towards the edge
It's time to hurry
If not, the urge will pass soon
Please think it over again
I'm in debt for my behavior
I'm paying for my misdeeds
This isn't fair, you have the right
Why don't you jump at once
And that girl is not my girl
She didn't jump, I pushed her
And what's happening, confusion
Maybe that trip I took
On Christmas night
What am I doing, I said to myself this morning
I'm killing without my consent
I'm out of touch with everything that's happening
And any door is not an exit
Anyone comes and wants to give you advice
I don't know you, but I've been through this
I totally understand you, but I want something better
And the best is your mothership
The one that lands whole in my hands
I go with my teeth hanging on your shirt
But don't let me fall
And what's happening now, you're crying over me again
And the girl, confusion, maybe that trip I took
On Christmas night