Punk rock love

It's like a punk song
Beating up the bass,
making the hearts trash
Breaking up the minds

It's like singing out loud
Screaming revolution and war
You and I against all the world
While fighting as making love

But careful my dear
after playing the same song  a couple times
You might find yourself
hating what you once desired

Inerte

Me encontraste débil
Inerte ante la vida, oculto ante el enojo.
Posiblemente ya sabía yo quién era
Posiblemente ya tenía un camino.

Pero inerte.
Es como las hojas, que inician verdes,
pero el viento las arranca y las lleva,
las arrastra y les quita el color, les lastima la vida.

Posiblemente sigo cometiendo los mismos errores,
una y otra vez y otra.
Ni las rimas encuentran sentido,
y la prosa sabe mal, herrumbrada y vieja.

¿Qué se sabe del misionero abandonado en el camino?
No importa que nadie lo recuerde,
sino que él no se recuerde a sí mismo,
tan grande como la angustia de no caminar por siglos.

Afraid of death

Now, and every day
I'm faced with the question
Do you want to keep trying?
So you want to walk that step?

And I know I don't sound convincing
And I try too hard to not hesitate
I must've been falling in distress
Looking somewhere else to escape

Why not taking the risks of living
If my whole existence has been a lie
Why should I be afraid of dying
If that's what I wanted my whole life

Clinging to someone, grabbin 'em shoulders
Excuses are words so tried and spoken
Laughing at details pretending I do care
Making connections hoping I'll change

And I know I've come a long distance
Just to shut and never see the end
No heaven for me, I'm done with excuses
I know all I deserve is some place in hell

Why not taking the risks of living
If my whole existence has been a lie
Why should I be afraid of dying
If that's what I wanted my whole life

Why not taking the risks of dying
If my whole existence has been a lie
Why should I pretend I care living
If that's not what I wanted for my life