Duel of vedettes, pen everywhere
anger to the surface
he stabbed him with his stiletto
and now he is on the other side
he does not connect the past
his conscience, He torments her and flees
party of fakers
in the social foam
invite me in
party of fakers
in the social foam
invite me in
dandy boy, fake king
different, same
from the suburb that escapes
leaves behind the gray cement
flash, neon lights of the center
seduced, falls in the trap >gallopers, for money
they pull out a dagger
warm blood in the landscape
he flies over the bridge
he is distracted by the current
he thinks about her, and there is no turning back
party of fakers
in the social foam
invite me in
party of fakers
in the social foam
invite me in
let me in...