And I say, 'God, forgive me'
I've got seventeen on my shoulders
Raised among the fields
Enough to tell you if you've got an hour free, if you're there
If not, f*ck it, I'll manage on my own
I make such a mess that then the sky falls
From the clear sky comes a storm
I lock myself up at home then I f*ck this one
Mixing love and violence
Scratches from feet to head
They spy on us from the window
I don't know what's wrong with me
You know I have to vent, Blanco
You know I need to understand it, Blanco
And listen, listen, listen
Let it talk, talk, talk
Like a kid talking to his father
In the dark of a slow path
I run barefoot over the floor
I don't even know what I feel anymore
In an icy tunnel in my head, I'm lower than before
I beg pardon again, at least a truce
Enough with the bullsh*t, ruined chances
Between le-le-aving and despairing
I don't have time for this anymore
I write, but I don't reread it
Then I can't stand up and you don't see me
It'll be, it'll be another night, a thousand things on my mind
Amid the notes, with my liquor
Headbutts against the wall, a cigar on the bed
With a heel on my chest ready to die
Like a martyr, with my savoir-faire
What I want I end up getting
But with you it doesn't work
I need a hold or faith
I need a child or just to feel good, mhm
On the roadside, true emotions
You want my rage, you can't have it
I scream in your face for pleasure
Where you take me, where I take myself, I don't even know
It feels like a start without an end, without a sto-o-op
Like fog lost in white with no reco-o-llection
Like a boom, but of silence, maybe I'm de-e-ad
God forgive me, I'm my own enemy
In my mind, in my complex
With a few vices you've allowed me
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me