Ven, Pasa

Come on in, I’m buying, don’t stay outside
Let me explain my crimes, the screams from my fridge
It just wants to be filled, but there’s no way
The era has come, I’m living on the outskirts surrounded by beasts
Come on in, you’ll see my bar, my house, even my stable
The blank slate I use to get by, here’s the devil
I talk to him often, he’s always out of sync
I tell him to leave, but he wants to burn me
I set up fight clubs next to a bar
That tears apart every nail I want to grab
Here’s my player wasting my savings
Here’s the crew from my battles calling for help
Guess what, in this corner lies a guitar with no strings
Stuck to my board with no chalk next to some bristles
They’re companions with more interest than wealth
That stick to my ego from the back room
And he wanders lost, I tie him up with straps
Because if not, he shakes hands with my rage and starts fights
He wants to break me down, polish me, make me hurt
He lets loose the nectar of self-deception
I’m buying the next round, come on, don’t hold back
Here’s the expert in buying friends, he’s quite polite
He knows everything: about sports, about outings
About partners, about ups, about downs, about falls
About memory loss and can’t pass a mop
Here two girls have been waiting for me since ’98
Let me introduce you to Pinocchio, watch out, he manipulates
Dreams of not being cork, being solid like a mule
I’m up all night with that drunk you see lying there
On top of his vomit, he’s lost any prayer
He cries lime tears that burn his face
Screams in nightmares, begs for his goddess Venus to return

Come on in, I’m buying, don’t stay outside
Let me explain my crimes, the veins and the scissors
My pain elevated to infinity self-pities
He’s true to the lie and hides under a visor
His miserable existence entirely
After a long etcetera
Hates the spring sun, wants it to die
Lives submissive
His single soul cries a barrier
That hides a terrible fear of commitment
A prisoner of panic, of the couch, of fright
He’s got genes of Jimmy Hoffa, he’s corrupt
He mocks the weak, thinks he’s a master
Holds more hate than Pesci in 'Goodfellas'
Wants to rip your skin off in strips, keeps me from breathing
He gets high on drugs for his tours
He’s glued to my back, says he’s got my back
But he doesn’t take long to spare your life when you look at him
I fire him, he says I’m not his boss
That he’s been with me since thirteen
That if he doesn’t protect me, who’ll save me from the tigers?
I tell him to back off, he throws off the balance of the free man in me and
Look at him hanging there in that cage
He’s almost lost his speech, just begs me to open it
And free him
(No) I can’t find the keys, who knows?, he tells me to dig
That it’s the key but the DJ at my rave
Turns the volume up high, keeps me confused
There’s my mountain of traumas I use as excuses
They’re gathering dust in that room
But the butler is lazy and never grabs the broom
He steals the lights, I invite you to meet Casanova
He goes from wolf to wolf, flatters, seducing like a magician
Brushes your mahogany hair, can’t get laid without drinks
Comes back sobbing a lake when he’s annoyed

Come on in, I’m buying, don’t stay outside
Let me explain my crimes, I really need it
Written from my guts, the morgue of my alma mater
Intrinsic reason for my character flaws
How many times over?
Watch what you sing
Because beneath a rhyme
Traps can be hiding
Or a lack of self-esteem
Can show up in a corner
And illuminate a fear that flies
A sea of ghosts holds me back
I’m with my hands tied
Watching my dad sleep
Hundreds of kicks
Given, received, and with a nymphomaniac thirst
A suicidal with the mind of a psychopath
No wings, with a thousand faces and no light at the exit
I’ve lived a life without seeing the escape, look
I dream my heart wakes up
But I live in this hell until someone opens that door.