Machete
I have never liked the box of knives
You said was a paradox because you're kind
But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind
Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight
I have never liked the box of knives
You said was a paradox because you're kind
But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind
Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight
What do I do with this stuff?
It seems like yesterday I called you up
I had a terrible case of the past
I didn't know how to get it off
I didn't know how to get it off
And you took your machete
And you sliced through the vines that wrapped around me
And you said, I don't know what I'm doing
So I'll just keep on cutting
It's worth a little blood to get your arms free
I have never liked the box of knives
You said was a paradox because you're kind
But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind
Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight
I have never liked the box of knives
You said was a paradox because you're kind
But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind
Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight
What do I do with this stuff?
It seems like yesterday I was in love
I kept of covering the soft parts up
I didn't know how to get them off
I didn't know how to get them off
And you took your machete
And you hacked through the woods in the surrounding
And you said, I don't know where I'm going
I just know that I'm heading from
The dead things piling up behind me
And you took, your machete
And you carved out a path to my chest and you said: See
There's nothing not worth keeping
You've felt so many beatings
But
Nothing's going to work if you believe me
Nothing's going to work if you believe me
I have never liked the box of knives
You said was a paradox because you're kind
But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind
Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight
I have never liked the box of knives
You said was a paradox because you're kind
But withstood a childhood that robbed you blind
Of love that was safe and so you learned to fight
I have never liked the box of knives
I took it to the oceanside the day you died
I stood out on the dock
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn't drop them in
And I collapsed and cried
What do I do with this stuff?
It seems like yesterday you were alive
And it's as if you never really died
And it's as if you never really died.
And you took, your machete
And you said boo guess who
But seriously, beauty
You said, see?
You get the drill now don't you
It's not a will or won't
You can't keep making symbols out of nothing
So I took your machete
And I sliced off your head and you laughed
And you said see
It's just like anti matter
It's dumbo's magic feather
You don't need me here to cut you
You don't need me here to cut you
You don't need me here to cut you
You don't need me here to cut you
Free
Machete
Nunca me ha gustado la caja de cuchillos
Dijiste que era una paradoja porque eres amable
Pero resistió una infancia que te robó ciego
De amor que era seguro y así aprendiste a luchar
Nunca me ha gustado la caja de cuchillos
Dijiste que era una paradoja porque eres amable
Pero resistió una infancia que te robó ciego
De amor que era seguro y así aprendiste a luchar
¿Qué hago con estas cosas?
Parece que ayer te llamé
Tuve un terrible caso del pasado
No sabía cómo sacarlo
No sabía cómo sacarlo
Y tomaste tu machete
Y cortaste a través de las vides que me rodeaban
Y tú dijiste, No sé lo que estoy haciendo
Así que seguiré cortando
Vale la pena un poco de sangre para liberar tus brazos
Nunca me ha gustado la caja de cuchillos
Dijiste que era una paradoja porque eres amable
Pero resistió una infancia que te robó ciego
De amor que era seguro y así aprendiste a luchar
Nunca me ha gustado la caja de cuchillos
Dijiste que era una paradoja porque eres amable
Pero resistió una infancia que te robó ciego
De amor que era seguro y así aprendiste a luchar
¿Qué hago con estas cosas?
Parece que ayer estaba enamorado
Seguí cubriendo las partes blandas
No sabía cómo sacarlos de aquí
No sabía cómo sacarlos de aquí
Y tomaste tu machete
Y hackeaste el bosque de los alrededores
Y dijiste: No sé adónde voy
Sólo sé que me dirijo de
Las cosas muertas se amontonan detrás de mí
Y tomaste, tu machete
Y tú tallaste un camino hacia mi pecho y dijiste
No hay nada que no valga la pena guardar
Has sentido tantas golpizas
Pero
Nada va a funcionar si me crees
Nada va a funcionar si me crees
Nunca me ha gustado la caja de cuchillos
Dijiste que era una paradoja porque eres amable
Pero resistió una infancia que te robó ciego
De amor que era seguro y así aprendiste a luchar
Nunca me ha gustado la caja de cuchillos
Dijiste que era una paradoja porque eres amable
Pero resistió una infancia que te robó ciego
De amor que era seguro y así aprendiste a luchar
Nunca me ha gustado la caja de cuchillos
Lo llevé a la costa el día que moriste
Me puse de pie en el muelle
No importa lo mucho que lo intenté
No podía dejarlos entrar
Y me desmayé y lloré
¿Qué hago con estas cosas?
Parece que ayer estabas vivo
Y es como si nunca hubieras muerto
Y es como si nunca hubieras muerto
Y tomaste, tu machete
Y dijiste boo adivina quién
Pero en serio, belleza
Dijiste, ¿ves?
Ahora tienes el taladro, ¿no?
No es un testamento o no lo hará
No puedes seguir haciendo símbolos de la nada
Así que tomé tu machete
Y te corté la cabeza y te reíste
Y usted dijo ver
Es como la antimateria
Es la pluma mágica de Dumbo
No me necesitas aquí para cortarte
No me necesitas aquí para cortarte
No me necesitas aquí para cortarte
No me necesitas aquí para cortarte
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