buscaron detrás de mi cabeza

y no quedaba nada

ni colores ni música

atras mio no hay nada

is it about tongues and deserts
storms and pleasures?
you ask what the fucking hell is going on?
but it's just life, the same that all the rest
what did you wanted, nothing but clarity?
this is a part of the wheel, of the anagram
you can always count on it to pass away
and you can always cry
what will it be honey?
where is the way out?
is it hidden under a kiss, a sweet kiss with a beautiful intelligent and really kind girl? or is it hidden under tons of waste, under screams and death?
I don't know where it lies, I just don't know why, I promise I have no clue
I just wanna be cute
thanks lord for my pleasures
based on everyone elses pain
thanks a lot