Mil intentos

Let's see what it's like to lose
what we found
of all the states this is the weirdest
of all
just back frozen from the street
only now I can blink again
just.

In the hollow where I sleep
It's cold too
That's why I can't
I don't want to stay still either

I try, I tinker with the stove that won't start
Until my fingers hurt and it doesn't start I try.

I think about the restless fate
Where will it happen
In the growing lie
And each time there are fewer of us
Who dragged the guilt to the trunk of my cart,
If I could murder it and thus rid myself of
Of the things I don't say, of those I repeat daily
I'm so tired of hearing myself and I don't want to stay silent

I think about the restless fate
Where will it happen
In the growing lie
And each time there are fewer of us.

Who dragged the guilt to the trunk of my cart,
If I could murder it and thus rid myself of
Of the things I don't say, of those I repeat daily
I'm so tired of hearing myself and I don't want to stay silent.