cosas inconclusas parte 1

nuestro amor es subliminal

romanticismo gris que se escapa por el umbral
sintiendose atrapado y preso
pero no es mas que parte de lo normal
accion que espera reaccion.

toda mentira disfrazada de verdad
ambiguedad creciente con la edad.

y si se hubiera intentado?
lo que pase despues no importa
solo queria averiguar como hubiera sido
porqe, sabes? esas son las cosas que mas
tardan en olvidarse: las que no fueron


almost always close to never ending

if you ask for a minute more of me
outside your door
i will
and say: "just happy for you"
whatever you want
even if you ignore me
even if you think im fake
because youre a fake too
you dont really see who i really i am
i told you "white"
so you say "black" cuz you
just love to make me feel blue
i wish you know me well
as i know that i dont know you
but you're so close to yourself
tryin to be hateful
just with me
this is so far away from
listening "the get up kids"
and writing "yes i will"
when i tell you what a gentleman is
far away from me and you together

mental pollution

they think we're weird
you are ignorant
why do you think
it is important?

i dont like this fucked up world
no more alienation
so i make my own
waiting for brand new creation
so please open your ears

its better sitting here
trying to tell you
whats wrong
than getting high
and asking for more

bigger faster
no deeper
i've never asked for attention
we are waiting for being heard
that i forgot i dont want to be here
i hope its gonna be clear

maybe just another record in your desk
maybe other game in this mess
another name in your mouth
we're not the revolution generation

WORDS THAT BECOME STRONGER IN YOUR HEAD

and i count 1,2 ,3, 4...
she said " im glad that you know it"
im not alone anymore, someone knows all my secrets
"you being a man dont clear my confusion" he said

the nuclear family is broken
everybody in the power hunting
so please dont turn the page
just relax, im going to sing to you til death
hey miracles dont exist, bitches
you create them

so hell is full of people who didnt do
what they have to do
"we'll be inmortal" she saying
but i think we are now

the noise's defined by the silence
just sing your songs, read your books
become a noise-addicted
put your hands in your ears. i promise
its going to be forever
but im still counting until 10

* el ultimo escrito esta inspirado en el libro de Nana de Chuck Palahniuk