Bad Routine - Streets Seem The Same

I stared at every channel of TV
But all the good looking was endlessly
Did you really think that you could hide?
Or did you really think that they were iced?
Straighten over hands its clear to see
The old metal body who's waving the bricks
I'm sure there's no return for those who want to go back
Now the only things that beat are the riots and scars
Doesn't even matter
How hard are you trying
Your voice is always going to be akward
Your eyes are slowly drowning
They say they're overacting
No, they're all just tired
Stop being disturbance
You're better at the ocean
Is all your semimetal feeling in the sky?
Or why are you ripping off a quarter part?
There are things that can be every month, twice a week
In those things there's no choice for being wrong or right
And the pillar of minds is the edge of the lies
But the feeling that I've got is not of being right
Pressure leads to be one of the clever minds
Not of state, not of rights, even not of times
But no matter how you rest
No matter how you leave
You're a monster, can't you see?
Playing hide and seek
Oh, your nails are on the bed
But you don't care a shit
And you're running them
Hiding face!
Take my feet on the gride
Monster just be nice
Sin the day, sin the night
You're gonna pay for that
Everyday's life
It's hard to see
Doesn't even matter
How hard are you trying
Your voice is always going to be akward
Your eyes are slowly drowning
They say they're overacting
No, they're all just tired
Stop being disturbance
You're better at the ocean
However if we think of a new change of life
The trial is important to achieve the light
Is it red, is it white, is it really light?
It's the very last chance for you to be right

Written by:
Carlos Sánchez, José Hernández

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