Let me take you to where I lost innocence
I dreamed of independence but I am dependent
In the city, dawn, dusk and vice versa
Where the air is stale and more than one soul is lost
The sociologist talks but what does he know
What he knows, what he does
You want to tear these retinas
Stealing from those eyes what those who have already crossed the line have seen
you want to try to be God on earth
Don't buy reality, win every war
My generation alters perception
I write real and raw turn off the fucking radio
The mind is quick and depressed after the storm
This shit decapitates me and runs away with my head
Luxury room in the underworld
We are not the ones looking for him but it is us that Lucifer chases after us
Lights in the eyes red traffic light
Lungs and blood light the feeling like a match
And I don't glorify but I say what I want at this price
In the afterlife everyone continues to do it the same
There are those who knead it, lick it closed and then suck it
There are those who do it in one line and then roll it, there are those
He drinks it all by the drop and then becomes delirious
Between the head it turns, between the head it turns
There are those who are good at it because they know that it attracts them
There are those who have it that sucks but they package it and then scam you
There are those who are fine because they don't have a penny
Here between the head turns, between the head turns
Let me take you to where I lost innocence
I dreamed of independence but I am dependent
In the city, dawn, dusk and vice versa
Where the air is stale and more than one soul is lost
It was the first time, Deleterio shoots it
And he tells me 'Shut, don't cough, suck'
Since then I have never been lucid and tell me how you do it
I have to immediately get hot when I talk about it
With red eyes and syringe pupils
First I speak little then too much until I speak another language
Then the eyes closed and the mouth growling
I become shy and don't express myself as long as I talk to the belt
I drink it neat and then become an aficionado
I raise the rank until I fall like a dervish, Sid Vicious
Then in the mornings Corona a thorni is the way of the cross
Baby find me the aspirins and here
There are those who say they hate the stuff while pizza bro
Who hates cocaine and closes a Rizla and who
He condemns drug addicts while he becomes an alcoholic
Everyone's head is spinning and the world is righting itself
There are those who knead it, lick it closed and then suck it
There are those who do it in one line and then roll it, there are those
He drinks it all by the drop and then becomes delirious
Between the head it turns, between the head it turns
There are those who are good at it because they know that it attracts them
There are those who have it that sucks but they package it and then scam you
There are those who are fine because they don't have a penny
Here between the head turns, between the head turns