CABEZAS CROMADAS (part. Dillom)

I carry my crosses
I levitate above the lights
And all the voices that speak seduce me
I have clear where they lead deep down

I carry my crosses
I levitate above the lights
And all the voices that speak seduce me
I have clear where they lead deep down, I let them use me

And it sounds ratatá
It's another burst of faith shot towards nowhere
Who will dare to seek something in this city
Without knowing what it is or how much life it can cost

And how difficult to disguise
That we are shadows to discard
With what currency are we going to buy
The ticket to the great theater of sick social exchange?

The marketing of the new fame
A defeated power that can do nothing
A white noise in chromed heads
Until it stuns to see reality

Nothing else matters
Than being able to breathe
Nothing else matters
Than the pulse of my truth

Na-na-na, don't talk to me about tomorrow
I'm not sure how to inhabit today
Tell me what good is that gift
Let's burn anyway before the red eyes of the Sun

Vitamin, dopamine
Sweet, adrenaline
Vitamin, dopamine
Sweet, adrenaline

She and I are not the same, no
I can't keep up with her pace, no, no, no, no
Every day the same thing occurs to me
I'm lost in my own maze

I'm moving quietly like Charles Chaplin
This life is going to leave me like Janis Joplin
I just keep going to think about the uncertain
I want to feel like a cactus in winter

I'm looking for a new violence
I'm looking to lose patience
I'm no longer looking to preserve innocence
I no longer think about what others think

The marketing of the new fame
A defeated power that can do nothing
A white noise in chromed heads
Until it stuns to see reality

Nothing else matters (nothing else matters)
Than being able to breathe (than being able to breathe)
Nothing else matters (nothing else matters)
Than the pulse of my truth (than the pulse of my truth)