Estos miedos no serán nuestros nunca más. Estos miedos son tuyos ahora. Está claro que el armario sólo guarda esta Venus de Willendorf mal acomodada, casi fastidiosa óbice de nuestro movimiento en simetría.
Y es que el tanto sufrir, y el tanto llamar a las cosas por otros nombres, nos ha valido esta jerga cotidiana de mala leche, plantas que se ponen amarillas y razones que no sirven para nada.
Estas son las armas que nos gusta usar a diario, como si así fuésemos a cambiar el hecho de estar desprotegidos, o fuesen esas las obras que nos engrandecerán. Las palabras sinceras carecen de elegancia.
Libre de toda culpa, esta vez todo es por vanidad, todo es por galardón, y a sabiendas de que probablemente ya no volvamos al mismo lugar, nos hacemos victimas de nuestro propio encomio.
Quizá de tanto buscar por fin hemos encontrado el vestigio vaporoso, irremediable e inconfundible de nosotros mismos, en un tiempo en el que para construir un mundo propio no era necesario destruir el de nadie más.
Libre de culpa, a ver si ya se dejan de joder estos benditos monstruos.
He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone