Atenea Lisergica
Tiene el rímel como guerra
Y el cigarro como escudo
Dice que ya no cree en nada
Pero escucha todo el mundo
Camiseta de los Pixies
Y una herida que no habla
Se tatúa las canciones
Que la vida ya no le canta
Porque ella hace un ruido que no vas a entender
Una carta quemada, un me fui sin por qué
Rompe los espejos pa' no verse perder
Pero igual se levanta como si nada doliera
Siempre con su mochila rota
Con parches de varias bandas
Tiene miedo de los sueños
Pero duerme como en cana
Romántica trágica
Rencorosa de Dios
Y aunque al mundo le dé igual
Todavía cree en el rock
Porque ella hace un ruido que no vas a entender
Una carta quemada, un me fui sin por qué
Rompe los espejos pa' no verse perder
Pero igual se levanta como si nada doliera
Porque ella hace un ruido que no vas a entender
Una carta quemada, un me fui sin por qué
Rompe los espejos pa' no verse perder
Pero igual se levanta como si nada doliera
Lee a Bukowski, Kerouac
Y también a Sylvia Plath
Le cantaba al amor con veneno
Cubrase de color todo el pelo
Lee a Bukowski, Kerouac
Y también a Sylvia Plath
Le cantaba al amor con veneno
Cubrase de color todo el pelo
Y si alguna vez te mira
Va a dolerte como un riff
Porque el dolor que la habita
No se ve en MTV
Porque ella hace un ruido que no vas a entender
Una carta quemada, un me fui sin por qué
Rompe los espejos pa' no verse perder
Pero igual se levanta como si nada doliera
Desalineada, grunge, meláncolica
Chaqueta de cuero, botas Dr Martens
Grita en el viento cosas que no sabes
Pero su voz te queda como un disco rayado
Que ya nunca podrás romper
Que ya nunca podrás romper
Que ya nunca podrás romper
Que ya nunca podrás romper
Que ya nunca podrás romper
Que ya nunca podrás romper
Que ya nunca podrás romper
Y no podrás romper
Lysergic Athena
She's got mascara like a war
And the cigarette as a shield
She says She doesn't believe in anything anymore
But listens everyone
Pixies T-shirt
And a wound that doesn't speak
She gets the tatooed the songs
That life no longer sings to her
Because she makes a noise you won't understand
A burnt letter, a I left for no reason
Break the mirrors so she doesn't see herself lose
But she still gets up as if nothing hurts
Always with his broken backpack
With patches from various bands
She is afraid of dreams
But sleeps like she's in jail
Tragic Romantic
Resentful of God
And even if the world doesn't matter to her
She still believes in rock
Because she makes a noise you won't understand
A burnt letter, a I left for no reason
Break the mirrors so she doesn't see herself lose
But she still gets up as if nothing hurts
Because she makes a noise you won't understand
A burnt letter, a I left for no reason
Break the mirrors so she doesn't see herself lose
But she still gets up as if nothing hurts
She Reads Bukowski, Kerouac
And also Sylvia Plath
She sang to love with poison
Cover all of your hair in color
She Reads Bukowski, Kerouac
And also Sylvia Plath
She sang to love with poison
Cover all of your hair in color
And if she ever looks at you
It's going to hurt like a riff
Because of the pain that dwells within her
It's not on MTV
Because she makes a noise you won't understand
A burnt letter, a I left for no reason
Break the mirrors so she doesn't see herself lose
But she still gets up as if nothing hurts
Disheveled, grunge, melancholic
Leather jacket, Dr, Martens boots
Shout to the wind things you don't know
But her voice stays with you like a broken record
That you will never be able to break
That you will never be able to break
That you will never be able to break
That you will never be able to break
That you will never be able to break
That you will never be able to break
That you will never be able to break
And you won't be able to break it