MPS
Upon lines of trees
Inside caves that open up to cityscapes
I was a failure and they found me out
I was a drunk and blinded sailor
To sew your insides close
These are landmine carburetors
I find it hard to believe that the medicine is helping me
At the end of the day
The computer screens give blue and silent offerings
At the end of the day
View that all the trains are churches
And roads like muddy water
They gave you poetry and endless hours of conversation
And it affects the colors over
I'm a drawn out corporate warrior
On the nights that smell like water
Your clutch and your cross
Your voltage your watts
And at the end of the day
MPS
Entre filas de árboles
Dentro de cuevas que se abren a paisajes urbanos
Fui un fracaso y me descubrieron
Fui un marinero ebrio y cegado
Para coser tus entrañas cerradas
Estos son carburadores de minas terrestres
Me resulta difícil creer que la medicina me esté ayudando
Al final del día
Las pantallas de computadora ofrecen azules y silenciosas ofrendas
Al final del día
Veo que todos los trenes son iglesias
Y las carreteras como agua fangosa
Te dieron poesía y horas interminables de conversación
Y afecta los colores
Soy un guerrero corporativo extenuado
En las noches que huelen a agua
Tu embrague y tu cruz
Tu voltaje tus vatios
Y al final del día