Desarma y sangra
Sui Generis
Disarm and Bleed
Your body is glass, your love a bed of nails
My mind a needle, your body a tapestry
If they throw a thousand parties, they can't hurt you
There's no school that teaches how to live
Guardian angel, discovers the thief
Cuts off his hands, takes away his voice
People hide or barely exist
They forget about man, they forget about God
And around wounds that come suspicions that go
And here I am thinking about the soul that thinks it's thinking
Disarm and bleed
