En El Desguace

My body is a indecent mess
of fat, lust, and precariousness
I don't pay attention to what people say
but I have to take care of myself a little more
you have to be alert with so many inventions
and find moments to reflect
but when I get depressed and distracted
I start to doubt and walk backwards.

And if you look for me I usually am
where the ice melts
fulfilling the need
to twist language around.

So many bars, so much dust, so many people
cause me to aspire to sobriety
I have no reasons to be happy
I have to accept this contradiction
you don't have to be very smart to be aware
that time passes and won't stop
don't pay attention to what people say
but you have to take care of yourself a little more.

Clutching onto recklessness
to put the body first
hooked on going beyond
you'll find me at the junkyard.