Cyan for my paradigm,
Naive chaos clinched the dots,
Empty space blurs our shape,
As a clot decays the chord.

A graveled walk where no one cares,
Disgrace is not god's print,
The blame we own know
is a choking heritage
as we fade.

Humanity trapped in daft
Is the curse what we've been or done?

Polvo cae discreto,
Silencio que dobla el tazón,
Perfecta es la revelación.

Brillo lineal
Surte el color/el signo prohibido
Campo febril
Coros cantan más/coros espero hallar

Feeling with decision,
Now it's time to decide
If the feeling in the soul beneath
is worth all the pride, all the hatred inside
and the form that it glides,
everything written in memories fasten emotions to hide.
I want to see the harvest that you reap through your race,
can you show me the desires that moved you into the blaze,
for the simplest of mentions, of passions, of crashes, depression
keep mining the bars, the stars, the cars, the shallow intentions.
Keep asking yourself if you're going insane
when you cry all your tears in the ashes,
of the fire that smashes the dreams you built out from clashes
cause sickness relies on those who decide to accept the lies,
on those who sell their minds for the price that greed defines.
It's all in our minds, all the pressure of time
all the bullshit we get taught when we can not even climb,
remember your brain was created in space
so silently swipe all the pain that the rain has disguised
in your life full of grace, now.
Your heart is tired of this ridiculous pace
cause all it needs to hear is some synth on the bass.

And now you have a moment that you wanna repeat,
but now it is too late, too busy rushing your feet,
cause asking for God to return you the time
that you didn't give up to the ones that you mind
is like asking for help in the middle of crime
like returning the calls to the ones in the hole.
So take the chance to feed the moments of gold
to warm up all emotions you have hidden in cold,
for your soul, your goals,
your spirit shall be told where all the
essence of the Cosmos comes from,
to define the critical core.
No one can tell you the person you are,
the ocean will never return you so far,
admire the beauty, the most crucial duty,
eternal obscurity they want you to have.
the laws, the loss, the truly cause
they want to leave behind.
You need to know that happy days
is something you can find
So tell me, what religion?
What you wanna believe?
Why can't we accept that difference is a relief?
We were not designed to be exactly the same
And with this, Jug Bundish is back in the game.


Facing, vapid roles entrust his blood,
Rousing between heights of heart and mind,
He saw and rapidly fought the crime,
grasping the jangles that bash his spine.

Grito rapaz
Rié el azar/nuestro clamor purga
Busco el valor
en lo que sigo