La Mosca En Tu Pared

What would you do if upon waking up?
There was an insect on your wall?

Something subtle, wide angle
That counts for nothing and sees everything

If upon waking up, it was still there

What would you do being able to be?
The dissection of a scalpel?

If you could touch
Before prohibiting
The mazes of the feast

If upon waking up, it was still there
You would want to see what I saw

I counted to three to escape
I searched for the trail to an altar
I saw the yin and yang argue
Stabbing each other from behind
And I heard moaning and saw crying
Like untamed beasts
And right there you were sleeping
You whispered to me that upon waking up, it was still there
To hear everything
Without confessing the way
To witness your feast
Aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aah