New April debuts another disguise
There's a dead man on the couch
Friday the 13th red, odd once again
I swim between nothing and its half
I swim amid the concept of being or existing
If I am what I feel, I feel that you're not here
I feel that you're not here
And it's that no tears are worth anything anymore
Only the meager certainty that nothing will be the same
And I opened my eyes to see
If you were still there but it was already late
And there's just a wall and some centuries left to wake me up
And if I think about it I already know
I don't die in the attempt, but I come out wounded
And enough to not be alive
I have the gift of timing
I have the mettle and the capacity
To miss you when you're no longer here
I lose density by the moment
I lose degrees and effectiveness
Now I get it, there's no turning back here
There's no turning back anymore
Because no tears are worth anything anymore
Only the meager certainty that nothing will be the same
And I opened my eyes to see
If you were still there but it was already late
And there's just a wall and some centuries left to wake me up
And if I think about it I already know
I don't die in the attempt, but I come out wounded
And enough to open my eyes and understand
That you weren't there because it was already late
And only this wall and some centuries remain to wake me up
And if I think about it I already know
And that everything is deserved and it's quite serious already
Thinking that everything, everything is going to end
And if I look back I still find no reasons
Who wants to open their eyes to see
That there's nothing left to understand