Bad Routine - Consumer of Reality

One, two, three, four
He is a placebo
Was born in a ghetto
That man was sold like fresh new doll
Scared of first impressions
Travel on dimensions
Finding a cure for a rough perception
Enemy of progress
Can't do self appointment
Have lost the war for ten times now
He'll be chasing down the alley
Looking for somebody
Whose plans have changed within love and dare
Find somebody, lose your body, hey!
Gilgamesh, the consumer of reality
I'll play your game so I would never feel alone again
The truth it is, well, I wouldn't leave a deal with you
I wouldn't know what to do, my friend
You're such a mess, oh damn boy
Really a placebo?
More like a head bowl
So many rules for not being like you
I've checked in my diary
It's all temporary
Looking for fun when there's all ordinary
There's a new flat room
Only for awful dudes
What can I expect when there's no pretty choice?
Last chance for arguments
Don't keep the labulence
Have you tried not to being inspired?
Find somebody, lose your body, hey!
Gilgamesh, the consumer of reality
I'll play your game so I would never feel alone again
The truth it is, that the lights are turning off instead
Giglamesh
Can't take a break
Consumer of blasphemies
Of sins
Little gilgamesh
What are you staring at?
Gilgamesh, the consumer of reality
I'll play your game so I would never feel alone again
The truth it is, well, I wouldn't leave a deal with you
I wouldn't know what to do, my friend
You're such a mess, oh damn boy

Written by:
Carlos Sánchez, José Hernández

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