Santa Muerte

When you get your front door
How you gonna talk?
With your hands on your head
Or on the top of your toes?
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Just get on the pavement
No waiting in the row

You get pressure, you get pressure
But you're not answer to
The time of your birth

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But slowly your shower comes
As the heaven keeps crashing hell

You think you are alive
Going under the cold sun
It's getting so vibrant
At the end it all breaks down
You don't give me no mercy
They thought with the guns
They don't need no sacrifice
Goodbye to the promotion

You get pressure, you get pressure
But you're not answer to
The time of your birth

When you get your front door
How you gonna talk?
With your...