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Psicosis

Estas apunto de escuchar tres historias diferentes
Derrepente sea tu caso, o derrepente el nuestro.

El nunca piensa en que, le rompe el corazon a los demas
Le importa poco si es que le gritan ¡psicosis!

Y solo piensa en que, debe satisfacer a su necesidad
De golpear de vagar y de drogarse.
Alguien que le avise que esta loco, que le falla la mente
Que mira como un demonio ala gente
El tiene un muerto viviendo en su corazón

Cuando se despierta el primo pierde la razón

El ve desde otra optica y esceptico es al mundo
Cuando confunde el preambulo noctambulo en su historia
Rie tambien odia en sus desiertos sueña con conciertos
Ama y eso es cierto, el bipolar despierto
Escapa de su crisis y un cigarro es su refugio
Su liturgia en lo que escribe
Pues su emfermedad rugio, y el hombre vive
Llora aflora atora sus ideas, se suicida unas mil veces
Con apenas 24 años pide un cese
Farmacos formaron formas y dibujo en sus paredes
Dedos por pinceles, sangre en vez de tinta
Tapa en los papeles, nunca falta y siempre pinta
Cuan uraño es este mundo sobre todo quien lo mira
De casualidad se rie, y si das contra piedras tira
Su enfermedad devora aquellas horas
Y por rato es contagiosa

La violencia se descarga cuando golpea a su esposa

Luego rie y lagrimas al cenicero emposa

El nunca piensa en que, le rompe el corazon a los demas
Le importa poco si es que le gritan Psicosis!
Y solo piensa en que, debe satisfacer a su necesidad
De golpear de vagar y de drogarse
Alguien que le avise que esta loco, que le falla la mente
Que mira como un demonio ala gente
El tiene un muerto viviendo en su corazón
Cuando se despierta el primo pierde la razón

Las horas pasan y aparecen los calambres en el cuerpo de ese

Hombre por causa del hambre necesita fiambre
Casi diario tiene fiebre, siempre en su cabeza obtubre siente que
Se pudre, cuan un periodico se cubre, en la fria urbe
En las pocas lucidas mañanas, en sus crisis tardes
En las madrugadas tristes en la que tu nunca viste ni sentistes
Porque tu nunca estuvistes en pellejos como este
Donde se envejece, donde no se reconoce
Cuando anochece o amanece ese mismo caso pasa en casa en Casi todo el mundo
Por eso vemos dando vueltas como brazos entre plazas vagabundo
Cayendo en lo profundo, por el trapecio del vicio
Misio iracundo, la vida se le escurre en un segundo
De forma fatal y la muerte susurra en su oido...(psicosis mental)

El nunca piensa en que, le rompe el corazon a los demas
Le importa poco si es que le gritan ¡psicosis!

Y solo piensa en que, debe satisfacer a su necesidad
De golpear de vagar y de drogarse
Alguien que le avise que esta loco, que le falla la mente
Que mira como un demonio ala gente
El tiene un muerto viviendo en su corazón
Cuando se despierta el primo pierde la razón

Camina con temor mirando mas pa' atras que para adelante
Se choca con la gente sigue de frente mira como un maleante
Frecuentemente el tiene que correr
No cruza la avenida, pues casi nadie lo puede ver
Si no anda a pie esta con su bici
Le pusieron psicosis, pues, si se raya de nervios.sufre una crisis
Y reparte cuchillo sin mas ni mas
El no discrima al barrio igual te cose si es que estas
Son demasiados quimicos que saturan el techo del muchacho
Parcha de dia o de noche y se la da de supermacho
Y en su dureza le da por cantar
Aquella melodia que no para de tocar...
Quiere verle
Bajo tierra en un cementerio oh oh.
Ando con lo necesario oh oh
Para el que kiera sorprenderme ehe eh
Casi nunca duerme bien

El nunca piensa en que, le rompe el corazon a los demas
Le importa poco si es que le gritan ¡psicosis!
Y solo piensa en que, debe satisfacer a su necesidad
De golpear de vagar y de drogarse
Alguien que le avise que esta loco, que le falla la mente
Que mira como un demonio ala gente
El tiene un muerto viviendo en su corazón
Cuando se despierta el primo pierde la razón

Psychosis

You are about to hear three different stories
Maybe it's your case, or maybe it's ours.

He never thinks about breaking other people's hearts
He doesn't care if they shout "psychosis!" at him

And he only thinks about satisfying his need
To hit, to wander, and to get high.
Someone should tell him he's crazy, that his mind is failing
That he looks at people like a demon
He has a dead man living in his heart

When he wakes up, the cousin loses his mind

He sees from another perspective and is skeptical of the world
When he confuses the nocturnal preamble in his story
He also laughs, hates, dreams of concerts in his deserts
He loves and that's true, the awake bipolar
He escapes from his crisis and a cigarette is his refuge
His liturgy in what he writes
For his illness roared, and the man lives
He cries, blooms, chokes his ideas, commits suicide a thousand times
With barely 24 years he asks for a cessation
Drugs formed shapes and drawings on his walls
Fingers for brushes, blood instead of ink
Cover on the papers, never missing and always painting
How strange this world is, especially to those who look at it
By chance he laughs, and if you hit stones, he throws
His illness devours those hours
And for a while it's contagious

Violence is discharged when he hits his wife

Then he laughs and tears wet the ashtray

He never thinks about breaking other people's hearts
He doesn't care if they shout Psychosis!
And he only thinks about satisfying his need
To hit, to wander, and to get high
Someone should tell him he's crazy, that his mind is failing
That he looks at people like a demon
He has a dead man living in his heart
When he wakes up, the cousin loses his mind

The hours pass and cramps appear in the body of that

Man because of hunger needs cold cuts
He has a fever almost every day, always in his head October feels like
He rots, as a newspaper covers, in the cold city
In the few lucid mornings, in his crisis afternoons
In the sad mornings that you never saw or felt
Because you were never in skins like this
Where you age, where you don't recognize
When night falls or dawns that same case happens at home in almost everyone
That's why we see wandering like arms between squares homeless
Falling into the deep, by the trapeze of vice
Poor and angry, life slips away in a second
Fatally and death whispers in his ear...(mental psychosis)

He never thinks about breaking other people's hearts
He doesn't care if they shout psychosis!

And he only thinks about satisfying his need
To hit, to wander, and to get high
Someone should tell him he's crazy, that his mind is failing
That he looks at people like a demon
He has a dead man living in his heart
When he wakes up, the cousin loses his mind

He walks with fear looking more backwards than forwards
He bumps into people, continues straight ahead, looks like a thug
He often has to run
He doesn't cross the avenue, because almost nobody can see him
If he doesn't walk, he's with his bike
They called him psychosis, because, if he gets nervous, he suffers a crisis
And he hands out a knife without further ado
He doesn't discriminate against the neighborhood, he'll sew you up just the same if you are
There are too many chemicals that saturate the boy's roof
He patches day or night and plays the super macho
And in his hardness he starts to sing
That melody that won't stop playing...
He wants to see her
Underground in a cemetery oh oh.
I walk with what I need oh oh
For whoever wants to surprise me ehe eh
He hardly ever sleeps well

He never thinks about breaking other people's hearts
He doesn't care if they shout psychosis!
And he only thinks about satisfying his need
To hit, to wander, and to get high
Someone should tell him he's crazy, that his mind is failing
That he looks at people like a demon
He has a dead man living in his heart
When he wakes up, the cousin loses his mind