Am I quiter?
No, I’m a throat with spines and crows
That’s why you got to keep the pace

My Muakita
My spanish word for jelly thrones
You got to reach my hand

And the wise kid seems like a rotten seed
But weren’t they told
About this fury in me?

Do I worth the shot

And keep throwing words like golden sins
A hundred of hopes
For a billion diseases

Live like an animal
Yeah, like fucking stupid rolling stone
you got to keep the pace

Am I that bitter?
A cronic dreamer with a shot gun
You got to reach my hand

And the wise kid seems like a rotten seed
But weren’t they told
About this fury in me?

Do I worth the shot

And keep throwing words like golden sins
A hundred of hopes
For a billion diseases

Time is passing tenderly
I’m getting better do you see?
I’ll keep calm ‘till I learn

But I
Havent wish this being you see
It’s a sad portrait of me
But I’ll keep calm ‘till I learn
‘till I learn