Q T Pires - Pignoise

Una cortesia de mi mente hacerme recordar que vivimos esposados a esta puta

sociedad

desde la mentira todo el engranaje empieza a funcionar, demasiado polvo para

distinguir la realidad.

їy donde estaras ma±ana al despertar?

quitate de en medio para no estorbar.

de algun modo somos arte, que no aprovechar… debes sostenerte a reglas que

jamas comprenderas.

si con dar la media vuelta crees que todo pasara pero si

esto te revienta se que debes explotar.

їy donde estaras ma±ana al despertar?

quitate de en medio para no estorbar.

dictaras la travesia si quieres escapar, si quieres descansar dentro del mar.

resucitaras un dia y te preguntaras si lo has hecho bien… o has hecho mal.

una cortesia de mi mente hacerme recordar que vivimos esposados a esta puta

sociedad.desde la mentira todo el engranaje empieza a funcionar,

demasiado polvo para distinguir la realidad.

їy donde estaras ma±ana al despertar?

quitate de en medio para no estorbar.

dictaras la travesia si quieres escapar, si quieres descansar dentro del mar.

resucitaras un dia y te preguntaras si lo has hecho bien.(bis)

o has hecho mal

A courtesy of my mind to remind me that we live handcuffed to this whore

society

from the lie the whole gear starts to work, too much dust to

distinguish reality.

And where will you be tomorrow when you wake up?

Get out of the way so you don't get in the way.

in some way we are art, that we do not take advantage of… you must hold yourself to rules that

you will never understand

if with turning around you think everything will happen but yes

This blows you up, I know you should explode.

And where will you be tomorrow when you wake up?

Get out of the way so you don't get in the way.

You will dictate the journey if you want to escape, if you want to rest in the sea.

You will resurrect one day and you will wonder if you have done it right... or you have done it wrong.

a courtesy of my mind to remind me that we live handcuffed to this whore

society. from the lie the whole gear starts to work,

too much dust to distinguish reality.

And where will you be tomorrow when you wake up?

Get out of the way so you don't get in the way.

You will dictate the journey if you want to escape, if you want to rest in the sea.

you will resurrect one day and you will ask yourself if you have done well.(bis)

or have you done wrong