A place to breath

I’m going home
I’m going home
To bleed my pain
To digest the thorns

I’ll look at the sun
I’ll look at the sun
To heal my wounds
To burn your need

And the bird won’t sing again
It’s time to say good night
And I’ll die here alone
I don’t really care
I’ve been training all my life

But I know there must be
A  place for me
A place where I could
Put the shield away
And breathe

I'll look at the sun
I'll look at the sun
I'll look at the sun
I'll look at the sun

And the bird might sing one day
He just needs a brand new heart
And even if there's none
I will do my best
To pretend that the old one works

I’m going home
I’m going home
I'm going home
I'm going home

Beautiful lie

Everybody cries
when you sing that song
everybody trust
every word you say

I know it's just a lie
I know it's just a game
but I don't care
it feels so real
I don't mind
it heals all wounds

It's a beautiful lie
such a beautiful lie
tell it one more time
sing it one more time

All of those emotions
that you can't feel no more
you rescue them from the past
then dress up as your old self

But I don't care
it feels so real
I don't mind
it heals all wounds

The light

He keeps trying in vain
to turn on the light
he's been doing it wrong
since he was young

There are people in his brain
dying to see him fail
he's been feeding them
since he was young

It's not too late to try again
there are new lanes in the shade

Turn on the light

Weirdly shaped brains

I've got an issue
a big, noisy and smelly issue
in the hips of my brain
I need to find
a quick, cheap and painless cure
before it takes over the wheel

The thing is that
I could give my healthiest kidney
just to spend a night with her
and what is more
I could swap my dearest friend
for her, her, her and her

This little man
is driving me mad

I've got an issue
a big, noisy and smelly issue
oh, doctor help me please
oh, doctor help me please

Doble misfit

En el asfalto que te vio nacer
no tienes donde poder caer
buscas un lugar en el que encajar
no te das cuentas que es muy tarde ya

Está en ti
y no quiere salir
extínguelo ya
o te abrasarás

Oyes voces que hablan de ti
inadaptados te vetan su club
los gritos de ayer resuenan hoy
puede que tinten de negro la verdad

Está en ti
y no quiere salir
extínguelo ya
o te abrasarás

No queda arena en el reloj
es hora de despertar

Lento

Soy un tío lento
lento de verdad
tengo ese talento
es algo sin igual

Yo prefiero el término
calmo o pausado
aunque algunos
me consideren retrasado

Las palabras se duermen
entre mi lengua y mi laringe
qué le voy a hacer
es mi constitución

Vivo en una nube
una nube singular
siempre hace viento
no consigo aterrizar

Emito sonidos
que la gente no entiende
mi cadencia
ralentiza sus neuronas

Where is the lighting?

I see many machines
but they mean nothing to me
there are many human beings
most don't convey a thing to me

I wonder where is the lighting
that burns all the debris
I wonder where is the lighting
that switches on this life
and allows me to feel again

I do many things
but most mean nothing to me
I have plenty of thoughts
that lead me nowhere at all

I wonder where is the lighting
that shows me the way
I wonder where is the lighting
that fries all the demons
and allows me to live again