La Conexión Brutal

I channeled the pain
Trying to write down some of the things that fry my brain
Those that sometimes are, the guilt of terror
And they’re sure to mess with your head

Yesterday I dreamed I was feeling low
I believed it until I kicked the habit
Desperate, I looked to the side
And the guitar was calling me out
"Quit fucking around," it said with glee
The nights of punishment, they heal with ecstasy

And that’s how the brutal connection started to play
The song with the child I carry inside me

It turned the darkness into bright yellow
Like it was the rays of the very sun
And they appeared inside my tears, and I was confused, asking myself
"How can you be tired of crying?"
If everything that grows, without tears, doesn’t grow

And that’s how the brutal connection started to play
The song with the child I healed inside me