Sweet 25

When a man gives up what's left behind?
A trash bag full of broken dawns
But that doesn't matter tonight
On whisky you will drown

It's like sweet sixteen
but you already gave in
Burned on wine and tasted the pain
It's like being virgin again

They say you're grown up
but you still wish to play
You'll say Fuck off!
And start from zero again

Have I given up?
Father in the skies listen to me
Have I failed to be?
I worry no more, let's sit and drink

When I turn 25,
I'll be old enough to join a gang
But younger still
to swim on meds and have no regret

Give me the pills, give me tea,
or a pillow bedroom and nurses and shit
If you'd die before you wake
Just pray the lord your soul to take

Y sentirse efímero

Avance 1.1

Hay noches cuando el frío azota y  muy duro
y los recuerdos llegan en oleadas por las ventanas.

Hay días que ni el sol calienta, ni las temperaturas de marzo
y hay llanto en todas las esquinas de la casa.

Hoy no busco quién me sostenga
pero antes sí, y cómo dolía.

Hubo días en que traté de levantar y dejar atrás,
sin perdonar lo bueno, sin rescatar lo malo.

Hubo noches donde traté de ser y no era,
sin querer la luna, sin alcanzar estrellas.

Hoy no busco más mentiras,
ya no quiero olvidar.

Es hora de arrastrarse por la puerta,
perro viejo, adolorido, lleno de sarna.

Tantear el camino y probar la tierra,
tal vez algún día de nuevo crezca.

Todo regresa a mí ahora,
regresa de nuevo a mí.

Pills and song

Dying hard as the son lays down
I will no see light tonight
Please tell the lady to stay home
I wish I could but my voice hurts

All the birds are playing out
it seems it's gonna rain soon
With all those birds being loud
I can't stand any word of hope

Why you quarrel me? I'm no young son
Will you truly support and believe?
Even if I am gone
don't you say you are sorry

Dying hard as the son lays down
I will no see light tonight
Please tell the lady to stay home
All of her kids are playing out

I ain't taking more pills
I rather lay on bed
and let my energy dry
Go to church and pray for this soul

Being blue to blue
and blur to black
The only relief I could find
is that I'm never coming back

Dying hard as the son lays down
I will no see light tonight
Please tell the lady to stay home
The kids are just wishing me luck

I ain't taking more advice
I rather stay sterile and vain
Empty souls have no guilt
Go to church and ask for my cause