Autocritica

I'm going to mix flashes with alcohol
Remnants of salt and high doses of fiction

I have faith, I have intuition
I have the old throne of a king
And now I'm just a jester

And a broken mirror on the wall
Breaks into a thousand pieces
The skin where I hid all that warmth

And the actress knows well what to do
She undresses and understands who she was
Today the whore dresses up

And I'm going to think that everything is fine
Everything is fine, everything is fine
That the poison is the light and the shadow my cachet

And yet the farce smells like honey
I mix the nectar with the sting
That runs away from you and was not threaded
I have already got the role

And the actress believes it again
She undresses and understands who she was
Today the whore dresses up as a king

And the actress plays her role well
Today the whore dresses up as a king
Today the whore dresses up as a king
And nobody believes her, nobody believes it
And nobody believes her, nobody believes it
And nobody believes her, nobody believes it
And nobody believes her, nobody believes it