Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad world

Failure.

I, I've been lonely
And I, I've been blind
And I,. I've learned nothing
So my hands are firmly tied
To the sinking leadweight
of failure

I've worked hard all my life
Money slips through my hands
My face in the mirror tells me
It's no surprise that I'm
Pushing the stone up the hill
of failure

They tempt me with violence
They punish me with ideals
And they crush me with an image of my
life that's nothing but unreal
Except on the goddamned slaveship
of failure

I'll drown here trying
to get up for some air
But each time I think I breathe
I'm laid on with a double share
of the punishing burden
of failure

I don't deserve to be down here
But I'll never leave
And I've learned one thing
You can't escape the beast
In the null and void pit
of failure

When I get my hands on some money
I'll kiss it's green skin
And I'll ask it's dirty face
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I am the fuel that fires the engine
of failure."

I'll be old and broken down
I'll forget who and where I am
I'll be senile or forgotten
But I'll remember and understand
You can bank your hard-earned money
on failure

I saw my father crying
I saw my mother break her hand
On a wall that wouldn't weep
But that certainly held in
The mechanical moans of a dying man
Who was a failure

My back hurts me when I bend
Because I carry a load
My brain hurts me like a knife-hole
Because I've yet to be shown
How to pull myself out from
The sucking quicksand
of failure

Some people lie in hell
Many bastards succeed
But I. I've learned nothing
I can't even elegantly bleed
Out the poison blood
of failure

Second Skin.

Segunda Piel.

Un frió y húmedo ocaso el mundo se detuvo.
Miré mientras contenía mi aliento - Una silueta que creí conocer se apareció
Y alguien habló - Me susurró al oído: 
"Esta fantasía es para ti. Las fantasías están "bien" este año"

Mi vida entera pasó frente a mis ojos y pensé qué lo que dicen, es cierto.
Mudé mi piel y mi disfraz - Y con frío, torpe y desnudo emergí de mi crisálida.
Y un tono medio conocido sonó suavemente en mi cabeza... 

Entonces, él volteó sonriendo y dijo:
"Veo que ha ocurrido un milagro. Te dedico esta melodía. Pero, ¿Es de esto de lo que están hechos los sueños? Si es de esto de lo que están hechos los sueños, no hay duda de que me siento como si flotara en el aire. En todas partes - Se siente como si estuviese en todas partes".

Cuando no puedes hacer la conexión, sabes cuán vital es.
O cuando algo se escurre entre tus dedos, sabes cuán precioso es en realidad.
Pues llegas al punto donde sabes que esto es solo tu segunda piel.

Alguien esta tocando a mi puerta.

Feel Happiness.

I’m truly sorry, for what I never did but I forgive you too; for your indifference. 
You're a lonely child, laid open to the world and when I looked in your eyes,
I saw myself there too. So please forgive me now, for what we never had.
Although it's useless to say - I wish you happiness. 
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Procella Doloris.

Hay veces, en las que no nos queda otra opción. Solo cuando probamos el sabor del dolor, el vaho de la rabia, la esencia de la ira y frustración, solo en ese momento comprendemos que no somos mas que animales luchando por no morir a manos de otro, día con día. A veces para luchar contra los monstruos que nos abruman, no queda otra salida que volvernos monstruos aun mas temibles que los que nos acosan. La debilidad siempre es aplastada. La sociedad recompensa a la violencia, la "competitividad" y no tolera las flaquezas; se recompensa a aquel que puede tolerar mas dolor; se apremia a aquel que puede infringir mas dominio, mas poder, potencia... dolor sobre los demás.

Todos somos animales, viles e inconscientes; tan despreciables como la piara de cerdos revolcándose en la inmundicia. Tan lamentables como las vacas resignadas a su destino en el matadero; Tan deplorables como la rata que vive y se multiplica sin razón o consecuencia. Tan sórdidos, como la cucaracha que sobrevive ante todo, haciendo lo que sea necesario para existir. Tan similar a la mosca que devora la mierda para entonces, renacer en la muerte y la putrefacción del cadáver, cual sórdida abeja. Cual mórbida flor.

Por coger, por apoderarse del otro, somos capaces de llevarnos a la extinción. No se trata de reproducirse, se trata de dominar al otro, de humillarlo hasta hacerle saber que tu eres aquel que manda por encima de él: que lo desprecias por ser tan humano como tu. Por su incapacidad de poderte chingar a ti, como te lo estas chingando tu a él.

Yo te amaba antes de que tu a mi

Sabes que es verdad.

I'm not here anymore, so don't call me please.

I dunno, I guess You are the only true thing I have.
Every night I'm gone. Every minute I struggle out.
Every morning is dream. Every awakening is a lie.
I thought I was living my life but then, I woke up.

Humpty Dumpty is full of shit. I hate you. Fuck you Tyche.

I never realized I was broken until I come undone into pieces. Now, I'm mostly a carcass of once I was. They try to cheer me up by saying I would live a functional life, however, when you are naked facing people, without any masks, without a shelter, crippled by pain, bloated with mental feces... life is not the same... life will never be the same after dying in society. I'm gonna try to be another person because I'm dead. Once I was person... but now, I don't even know what the fuck am I anymore...

Life is the only stuff I got left, that's the only thing I have. I was dying, but now I'm dead. I was born again but I'm nothing... I'm nothing anymore.

I'm nothing for you.

Life will never be the same.

...I'm not the same... Who the fuck am I?....