His face looks like he forgot something in hell
Once again, those annoying words from now day before today
Jumping through pages where a bad deal is giving you some help
Telling that the lights shine in a rare accent
And the doors more open, are less you could get access
Neglectfully catching a sign and hope for no surprises
This is a song about who refuse the paradise
For trust in suicide words and watch it passed by
By a couple of holes standing in a newspaper
Where only a gun has the power to open minds
He doesn't try to pretend that he's been persuaded
By those spontaneous words
Get prepared when the never assail you
With their relentless souls
Because the vigor of his “intellectus”
Made him run insane and collect those
Once again you find the letters
And seems unstable
All of this is a new experience
Put more work to it, be comfortable and make a plan
He's convinced, he'll be the new theme of the local priest
Don't silent the voices, that can tell you what you want
They are trying to play the same game
but his brain take advantage on theirs
He's in the tallest building shooting up at the world
Cause the sun could rise and turn against the moon
On the scenery people will pay for watch him applauding
Making incriminating propositions
When you'll be telling double entender jokes they'll be laughing
And then when you're gone they'll be understanding
credits
from Blue Beans First EP,
released April 21, 2019
Lyrics by:
Alfonso Martin Del Campo
Christian Orozco
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