Hacia Mi Propia Utopía

I write you words out of need
Like the Moon: Being alone
I searched through the sea and in the vastness
I arrived at Treasure Island

And I walk
Through the night, wandering
Just tell me where
Just tell me when

Since I know that time is gold
I only write for love
I hit the gas
And I don’t slow down

I write about what I long for
While I smoke before the abyss
Devouring myself
Just like the Ouroboros does

And I grew up burning rubber
On nights of love and fever
I’ve slept on silk
And also out in the open

I pray in defeat
Just like I pray in victory
He who knows nothing of pain
Knows nothing of mercy

And

All this mess you see
Are just colorful flowers surrendered at your feet
Those rappers got it all wrong
Art comes first and money comes after

Every day, far from the majority
I went down to heal the wounds
To the water by the shore
And even though it hurts, I know that still
There’s a star that’s mine
And it always shines and guides me
Towards my own utopia

Since I see how everything real decays
This society walks indifferent
I’ve managed to break free from that veil of darkness they bring
Sagittarius with a luminous soul

I’ve spun my life in a hurricane
I learned that those who have the least are the ones who give
That only the present matters and how you feel
If you don’t take care of yourself, who else will?

They’re lost and hiding in an avatar
As dystopian as Black Mirror, like Gattaca
I won’t obey those laws for misery
I’ll stay on the street and I’ll strike back again

If we don’t fall, people won’t wake up
If we don’t wake up, the president ruins us
I know that for love and for pain I remain alive
That dead fish are carried away by the current

And so every day, far from the majority
I went down to heal the wounds
To the water by the shore
And even though it hurts, I know that still
There’s a star that’s mine
And it always shines and guides me
Towards my own utopia

I’m sitting by the sea
Far from the world and its fever
Singing my pain
Under a September-colored sky

And I feel like a goldsmith
Writing verses of gold, with the dying light of the Sun
Here we grew up in rage without knowing anything of the podium
With an angel in the blood who was a brother to the demon

We built an empire from the foot of a desk
Pouring our love and our hate onto the page
And I learned to keep quiet in the hells where I’ve burned
And now all my demons are just old friends

Familiar, like the crazies from the block
Waiting for luck to mess up and hit us

Every day, far from the majority
I went down to heal the wounds
To the water by the shore
And even though it hurts, I know that still
There’s a star that’s mine
And it always shines and guides me
Towards my own utopia

I write you just
Words of an awakening
I won’t abandon myself
I stay where I see

That everything else isn’t
Asking and not losing fights
Singing so you don’t believe me
That time has already passed.