Idioma Origen:
Something so benign for me construed as cruelty
Such a difference between who I am and who you see
Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect
I don´t know who you´re talking to with such fucking disrespect
This shit´s making me crazy
The way you nullify what´s in my head
You say one thing do another
And argue that´s not what you did
Your way´s making me mental
How you filter as skewed interpret
I swear you won´t be happy til
I am bound in a straight jacket
Talking with you´s like talking to a sive that can´t hear me
You fight me tooth and nail to disavow what´s happening
Your resistance to a mirror I feel screaming from your body
One day I´ll introduce myself and you´ll see you´ve not yet met me
This shit´s making me crazy
The way you nullify what´s in my head
You say one thing do another
And argue that´s not what you did
Your way´s making me mental
How you filter as skewed interpret
I swear you won´t be happy til
I am bound in a straight jacket
Grand dissonance
The strings of my puppet are cut
The end of an era
Your discrediting´s lost my consent
Idioma Destino:
Something so benign for me construed as cruelty
Such a difference between who I am and who you see
Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect
I don´t know who you´re talking to with such fucking disrespect
This shit´s making me crazy
The way you nullify what´s in my head
You say one thing do another
And argue that´s not what you did
Your way´s making me mental
How you filter as skewed interpret
I swear you won´t be happy til
I am bound in a straight jacket
Talking with you´s like talking to a sive that can´t hear me
You fight me tooth and nail to disavow what´s happening
Your resistance to a mirror I feel screaming from your body
One day I´ll introduce myself and you´ll see you´ve not yet met me
This shit´s making me crazy
The way you nullify what´s in my head
You say one thing do another
And argue that´s not what you did
Your way´s making me mental
How you filter as skewed interpret
I swear you won´t be happy til
I am bound in a straight jacket
Grand dissonance
The strings of my puppet are cut
The end of an era
Your discrediting´s lost my consent