They sparked the fire
And now I can't breathe anymore
So many years blind
And now that I'm here, I wonder:
Does it bother you if I sing?
Does it bother you if I sing?
Does it bother you if I sing?
Does it bother you if I sing?
Drop me out
Narcs align like stars in businesses and parties
Code Blue
What to do?
Trapped like a miner in San José
Bad years, good years
Without a guardian and without rye
Cul-de-sac, there's no exit
Is it true or is it true that it's a lie?
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
They sparked the fire
There is no sea that would back me down
So many years blind
And now that I'm here, I wonder:
If my life is the streets
Be they tranquil or mortal
With their cracks and their world cups
Is it my street that which I am?
If my life is my wounds
Be they given or received
Or open still
Is it my wounds that which I am?
Chemo, wedding or graduation
Relentless dictatorship
Black holes our lives, on the road to doom
Nights that are cold and spare, warm and wide
Lonely, united or only joined by hope
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
(What are you going to do?)
What is life? A frenzy
What is life? An illusion
A shadow, an addiction
A shadow, a friction
And the biggest good is small
That all life is a dream
All life is a dream
And dreams, dreams are