Invisible dives into that strange tug-of-war between craving the spotlight and wanting to melt into the background. The singer slips through crowds like a modern-day Houdini, enjoying the quiet power of seeing without being seen while also aching for someone to finally notice him. Lines about “trágame tierra” and “bomba de humo” paint a playful, almost comic-book image of self-erasure, yet the feeling is painfully real: when nobody looks, he wonders if he exists at all.
The lyrics sprinkle clever references – H.G. Wells’s Invisible Man, Dalí’s surreal canvases, even the devilish Antichrist – to show that this struggle has popped up in art for ages. Beneath the humor you hear a confession: hiding is sometimes a necessity, not a thrill. The track urges listeners to recognize those quiet souls who fade into the scenery, and maybe even to acknowledge the invisible parts within themselves.