LA TORTURA (part. Cerounno)

I know I have not been a saint
But I can fix it, love
Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know that my heart is yours
Looking to have something better

Looking for something better, life went on
My heart was sold to the fleeting magic of a mattress
My body, always so sensible, turned off my love for a while
I am a black cat with a taste of loneliness

You have the power of my song and my smile
My underwear and my shirt, my greed, my humility
You took away my desire to be a better person
Today my body leaves you, but my soul is in your bed

I live with a Tuesday morning face
Looking for Camilo on weekends and the sea of his pillow
I'm in a bath of rosemary for a couple of your dirty things
How ugly it is to forget you, your sister's cunt

I know I have not been a saint
But I can fix it, love
Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know that my heart is yours
Looking for you in something better, life goes on, yeah

I, who was crazy about your love and it left me face to face
I am lost and will continue waiting for coordinates
Bodies that anesthetize my pain, but do not heal me
I knew the end of this story when it began

I remember you were firm as I progressed
And at the same time no one will deny how much he protested
Maybe it's that I couldn't keep what bothered me to myself
The impulse won you over in that time when you didn't answer

Looking for you in something better, life goes on
Since when were we afraid of a new adventure?
If I don't think about happiness, that's when it lasts the longest
I feel like love songs are torture

I know I have not been a saint
But I can fix it
Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know that my heart is yours, yes, yeah
Looking for you in something better, life goes on

(I know I have not been a saint)
I feel like love songs are torture
(But I can fix it, love)
(Man does not live by bread alone)
Milo, oh
The Zero