Every day hurts

To break down, and break everything else around you.
To burn, and to set in fire everything else around you.
To fail, and to let everyone else fall with you.
To hurt yourself, and to hurt everyone else around you.
Every day hurts.

BomboLazer

BomboLazer toca, toca y no se calla.
Porque los bombos son lo mejor para él,
porque el redoble no es nada sin bombo,
porque la vida es corta y remota y cíclica. 


BomboLazer no se calla, y toca y toca,
Y ya nadie lo quiere escuchar,
las guitarras se apagaron,
los bajos corrieron hace rato

Pero las luces siguen su ritmo. 

¡Cállate BomboLazer! ¡Cállate!
Pero BomboLazer sigue, sus manos rojas,
sangre sale de sus llagas, y no para.
Las luces nos marean y tu bombo también. 


Pero él no se calla.
Su bombo dispara láser,
y nos mata, nos aniquila la conciencia y los ojos,
nos hace danzar en orgías de sinrazón.

My own exile

There is a secret,
a good kept secret,
I've been hiding all along

I feel so broken,
inside I'm broken,
only my heart could tell

You cannot mend me,
there is nothing to fix,
though I'm picking some pieces from the floor

I'm sinking on sadness,
letting my soul soak on bleach,
silently screaming all my sins

I'll go down, on my insides,
maybe will find Jesus,
will cry and lurch on the floor

One question remains,
one that I try not to think of,
even though it's hard to admit

Will you be there,
when I find the rope to climb
out of my own exile?