Original motive
By challenging destiny
Disguising it in another color
Manipulating evidence
It no longer has its science
Being underground
It is its compensation
br/>Smell of shit increases melancholy
I didn't know it wasn't my intention
To damage their burning misery
Until they burn at the stake
The monareta is the best option
And now I ask for words of consolation
For a wounded man who is sorry
Who is still lost flying
While everything passes by remaining
Immersed in a single battle
And now I go like a truck
Risking my life in my puppet
And now I go without caution
Without managing the strings of my puppet
And now I go like a truck
Rigging my life in my puppet
And now I go without caution
Without managing the strings of my puppet
Smell of grass
Nature cries
In every tear I see the pain
The consequence afflicts me
Until he asks me for the bill
Seeing my face of resignation
And now I ask for words of consolation
For a wounded person
Who is repentant
What still lost
Flying while everything happens
Being submerged in a single battle
And now I'm going like a truck
Risking my life on my monkey
And now I'm going without caution
br/>Without managing the strings of my puppet
And now I'm going like a truck
Risking my life on my puppet
And now I'm going without caution
Without managing the strings of my puppet
And now I ask for words of consolation
For a wounded person
Who is sorry
Who is still lost
Running away from bad luck
Cheating death
That follows him head on
And now I'm going like a truck
Risking my life on my puppet
And now I'm going without caution
Without managing the strings of my puppet
And now I'm going like a truck
Risking my life on my puppet
And now I'm going without caution
Without managing the strings of my puppet