Dias Grises
Porta
Grey Days
I feel hatred towards people when people look at me
I feel anger towards everything when people sigh
I'm afraid of myself and I'm not sure anymore
Of loving myself so much with time it gets harder
I will cut my veins to go to a better world
And thus find that light that I didn't find within me
Why do I ask to fill a void that nothing fills
Why do I feel that no blood flows through my veins anymore
Hatred and bile flow after living so much pain
I feel like a prisoner, a slave of four chains
And I lose hope, I drown in a valley of tears
I can't find the way out, I'm like in a tombstone
In my mind in an instant I see moments of my life
Is this my destiny? Death is approaching
Every hour it's closer
It seeks your pity, it seeks your enraged soul
And seeks your loss, your ruin
Watch your steps every day
Because otherwise you will fall into oblivion and lose the game
Fight against the wind and the tide always
Swear that you will fight in the battle until you burst
She doesn't exist. nothing to fight for
Don't be afraid anymore, you must face your fears
I know it's not easy to live with it inside, no way
I know you hide an anguish somewhere and I can't find it
There are so many questions, there are so few answers
They hide the truth from us and this society stinks
You will know who you were, who you are, who you will be
You never had luck and it will never accompany you
I'm fed up with everything, to end this suffering
I have a thorn stuck in me that consumes me inside
Like the coward I am, I will approach the void
I know my soul will be relieved after this suicide
[Chorus] (x2)
Grey days, because we see everything cloudy
Grey days, when we feel like failures
Grey days, environmental reaction to suffer
Getting up day by day to see your own end
[Abram]
My stability hangs by a thread
I drag my body when everything goes wrong
I think: it's a thing of hell
I'm a rag doll inside a washing machine
An intermittent drop slowly pierces my skull
The air is dense, almost liquid
Prone to descent immersed in an emotional shock, frenetic
Marks the tempo of my heart
Anxiety takes over me brings the situation
Bad luck is my damn infection
It dissects me, nothing yields to its will, my mind coerces
It evolves towards the dark part of my naked soul
I fight to be strong, I know there are cracks at the base
I am the gore Neruda of contemporary rap
This street poetry flows impregnated with uranium
They offer me what life dirtied, substitutes
Subliminal damages like fetuses in formaldehyde
I head towards the sun, I exist happily in the crucible
Swallow it whole my shit, Spanish rap
Reality is cruel, honey is at times
Today is a bad day and it will end badly I sense
[Chorus] (x2)
Grey days, because we see everything cloudy
Grey days, when we feel like failures
Grey days, environmental reaction to suffer
Getting up day by day to see your own end
[Porta]
Now I feel alone and in a dark place
Here everything is much harder but I pretend
In front of no one, you know? I'm a tormented soul
wandering the streets in search of some dinner
Now I regret being dead and buried
Because I'm like in a mirror but on the other side
Where I still feel useless and much more ignored
I feel like an animal, waiting in enclosed cages
Now there's no turning back, no one hears me scream
That day, on that bridge the last thing I did was sigh
Pact with Satan in exchange for tranquility and peace
I'm forgotten and no one will remember me
Yes, it's Abram, it's Porta. Alicante, Barcelona, The mission, they are grey days