Deprimencia

That never laughing, that never crying for nothing
That not saying sorry, not seeing you arrive
That not shouting to the wind even if they break your face
That swimming in puddles and shipwrecking on land
That gesture of strangeness, that gesture of 'I don't care'
The same eight as eighty, that disbelief
That not knowing how to be quiet or respect the silence
That making excuses when you know what's there is
Depression, of a compass with no north
The evidence, because it lacks the magnet
Depression because you have no idea where you're going

That defense instinct even if no one attacks you
crocodile tears after eating who
That praying a creed and two or three Hail Marys
to forgive your sins and cleanse your soul again
That always being scared of the unknown
That burning your life in a 'I will or I won't'
That always turning your back when things go wrong
That making excuses when you know what's there is
Depression, of a compass with no north
The evidence, because it lacks the magnet
Depression because you have no idea where you're going
Depression, of a compass with no north
The evidence, because it lacks the magnet
Depression because you have no idea where you're going

It was pure melody walking down the sidewalk
It was the soundtrack for a perfect script
It was her skirt in the air, a violent whirlwind
That left the living dead and the dead as they are

Depression, of a compass with no north
The evidence, because it lacks the magnet
Depression because you have no idea where you're going
When you know what's there is
Depression, of a compass with no north
The evidence, because it lacks the magnet
Depression because you have no idea where you're going
When you know what's there is
Depression, of a compass with no north
The evidence, because it lacks the magnet
Depression because you have no idea where you're going