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La inspiración que acompaña mis dedos
es incapaz de llevarme al cuaderno
No siento rabia, alegría ni miedo
y es que no quiero encender otro fuego
Dejo la puerta cerrada por dentro
No es el momento de buscar tu aliento
de remover entre los sentimientos
Es el momento de quedarse dentro
i swear I haven't seen a thing that interests me in months
but still I log in every day to get my fix of the drug
it's the first thing that I do when I wake up and I'm bored
But it has yet to fix that boredom, hasn't anybody talked?
I can get acces to every person that I have known
but there's still no one around to see the creature i've become
And I can't blame them for no feedback I can't blame for no response
because I never wanted contact, that's why I never made the call
Juguetes rotos esperando un arreglo
Quizá la bolsa que va al vertedero
No hay nada claro, el futuro es incierto
contradicción en las palabras de expertos
Y lo único que sabemos es que mañana será igual que ayer,
que todo el mundo está en pausa y no hay nada que podamos hacer,
que nuestros ojos rojos están hartos de series, juegos y compartir fotos
y estamos hartos de que solo haya un tema de conversación
de creer que todos están haciendo algo mal menos nosotros
y de que solo queda esperar que el mal trago pase pronto
There are no miracle workers!
Everything's change but not as much as one could've though
I saw improvements in my life for the first three months
but that's long gone I don't feel nothing but useless
And I've got nothing to write about
I can't barely remember how was the feeling of human touch
to the point to normalice being every day watching porn
I gues that shouting in my songs that I'm alone doesn't work
yet here I keep repeating it to those 20 people that already know.
(Es demasiado tiempo)
-They don't care
-No inspiration
(La inspiración se fue)
-No miracles
-No job, no future
(Solo queda el recuerdo)
-Social media slaves
-No real conection
(Solo queda el ayer)
-No one to blame
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Brand New Start
04:16
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I need a brand new start,
I guess three wasn't enough
it's getting harder every time
no lugagge but still some loss
no reason to be different
but I gotta roll the dice
because every time I try is getting closer to the last
The quieter I get, the more I need to scream
Gotta shut the voices that are messing with my head
I need a brand new start,
I guess three wasn't enough
it's getting harder every time
no lugagge but still some loss
no reason to be different
but I gotta roll the dice
because every time I try is getting closer to the last
No profecy to follow
No big purpose in my life
I just wanted to be noticed
for my music and my rhymes
but nobody wants to listen
no one is on the other side
I was never in the picture
always watching from aside
The quieter I get, the more I need to scream
Gotta shut the voices that are messing with my head
Every look in the mirror is showing something different every time
That burning light in my eyes is slowly fading into black
There is not much left to do but spread the wings and fly
Some day I'll find a place, a place where I could shine
I need a brand new start,
I guess three wasn't enough
it's getting harder every time
no lugagge but still some loss
no reason to be different
but I gotta roll the dice
because every time I try is getting closer to the last
No profecy to follow
No big purpose in my life
I just wanted to be noticed
for my music and my rhymes
but nobody wants to listen
no one is on the other side
I was never in the picture
always watching from aside
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Go away! You gotta find that place
Go away! You gotta find it
Go away! You gotta find that place
Every look in the mirror is showing something different every time
(I take a look behind the mask and face the monster)
That burning light in my eyes is slowly fading into black
(There's no place to hide, I gotta run for it)
There is not much left to do but spread the wings and fly
(This time I learnt to no get close into the sun)
Some day I'll find a place, a place where I could shine
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Your New God
03:37
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Mirrors all around
A brand new pair of sneakers
There's always room for more
I’m going out so I can’t be witnessed
Come worship your new god x3
The narcissistic king of his own world
Selfish prick became his own obsession
Fantasizes with his own reflection
A role model for the new generation
Like and share and hell become your savior.
A puppet moved by pride
Relies on words of strangers
Sharing all his life
A product bought by followers and haters
Come worship your new god x3
The narcissistic king of his own world
Selfish prick became his own obsession
Fantasizes with his own reflection
A role model for the new generation
Like and share and hell become your savior.
Puedo gritar hasta quedar sin aliento
Y mis palabras serán polvo en el viento
Y es tan ridículo que cuesta creerlo
Pues ya es un dios y no un pasatiempo
Verlos me enfada, me pone violento
Y no es su culpa, pues es de sus siervos
Ser una broma les está dando dinero
Ahora esa broma es la voz del pueblo.
LA VOZ DEL PUEBLO
Trabaja duro para ser un don nadie
Que ser un necio es una forma de arte
Ser un bocazas atributo importante
Para los mesías de ese dios ignorante
Tienen la atención de los medios de antes
Son tertulianos por haber hecho un challenge
Un bailecito vale más que tus clases
Y mil becarios sin un duro a la calle
So come, and worship your God!
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I'm comming back to a place where time just never passes away
Every step you made outside is forgotten when you're back here
A place with corn fields and long time friends that'll always stay the same
A place where everything that's been done before will be done again
Starry nights and clear clean skyes trying to trick my head
Still full of very sad goodbyes, will we meet again?
Just forget that you've grown up, forget everything you've learned
Forget your job forget your friends, cause here you're not with them
Nostalgic memories in your head of the good times and the bad
Like your first kiss, summer loves, but also worst mistakes
Starry nights and clear clean skyes trying to trick my head
Still full of very sad goodbyes, will we meet again?
Your other life just wants you back so what are you going to say?
so just go and leave you'll be welcome back, but on our terms
your friends remember all your shames
and so you remember theirs
you laugh about memories of different times,
was it so easy back then?
You miss it and you want it back
but you're comming less and less
You find yourself alone, drunk at home
and thinking of those happy days
Unplug all conections with this place
Your real self is not who you were
don't hear the sirens call your name
you can come back but please don't stay!
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Vary Spain
Músico procedente de Santa María del Páramo (León), con influencias principalmente de bandas de Rock, Grunge y Metal de los años 90.
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