Al Final

Now you understand much more
The inertia of your lightness
Of the importance of accepting
All my weaknesses
And what I recharged in you, in the end

My feelings that remain behind
Ghosts on the road
Rifles customs
How they fall
And the scars begin to be embroidered

Everything makes sense
When the end approaches
We all did the same with a brutal force

And inventing my own prayer
One that serves to calm me down
When I'm in trouble
I lose my atheism
That doesn't mean my repudiation goes away
To the dogmatic
Of religion
Of massive deception
Of television
Of politics
Of extinction

Everything makes sense
When the end approaches
We all did the same with a brutal force