¿Alguna vez os habéis sentido tan felices que ya no vale la pena vivir más?

 Dador de infinito, yo no sé tomar, perdoname.

Choked on society laced with cyanide

But you were always one to stay the same girl
I know you want to be the rain
And I know that we would fall in there
For a time and then unfall again
For awhile I take you burying old bones
Dawns grey the sign in the winter light
And I know that you can feel the pain
Your eyes speak one hundred million knives
Don't tell me you've gone astray
I walk in circles
I've seen a million things that tell me so
But I was always one to play the fool girl
Though the rules were somewhat dark to me
And I know that we could fall in there
For a time and then unfall again
For a while I give you darium bound stones z
Growing through the roots of your mind to set apart
And I know that you can feel the pain
Your eyes speak one hundred million lies
Total anxiety pay for variety
We'll want for time to turn around your faith
Wait for time in turn
The world we sold there was a choir there
Don't tell me you've gone astray
I talk in circles
Everlasting chains that bind my purpose
Only I've seen the million things that tell me so
Total anxiety pay for variety
Wait for time to turn around your faith
Choked on society laced with cyanide
Wait for time to turn around your faith
wait for time to turn

How can it mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all?

Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

AFP

Ser y dejar de ser y no saber ni querer saber
dónde estás a dónde vas
por qué te quedás
por qué llorás
qué hay detrás de tus ojos
cuando llueve y el viento te vuela el pelo
y vos no sentís
no sufrís
no vivís
no dejás de buscar
entender
ver
saber
conocer
comprender
aprender
aprehender
pero todo te hace
caer
volar
volver a caer
más bajo
más lejos
de acá
de vos
de mi
de todo
de nada
por nada
gracias
por favor
chau.

La felicidad es vivir sintiendo, lo menos posible, que el hombre, en realidad, está solo.

Cerrás los ojos y estás solo.
Escuchás voces, más lejos, más cerca. Pero estás solo.
Sentís el roce de alguien pasando cerca. Estás solo.
Escuchás tu propia risa hacer eco entre la gente. Estás solo.
Sentís el humo del cigarrillo que se consume entre los dedos del de al lado. Estás solo.
Alguien te llama por tu nombre. Estás solo.
Alguien te abraza. Pero estás solo.
Abrís los ojos y al final, y al principio,
estás solo.