I see nothing
I don't know if I am or not1
I don't distinguish reality
From science fiction
I search among my things
And everything is pure contradiction
Every molecule of me
Only thinks about fleeing
Five seconds until fusion
Run away, abort mission
Space-time paradox
Between my legs this tropical climate
That drowns me, that drowns me
That squeezes me
I don't feel anything
I can't discern between good and evil
I refuse to be indoctrinated by a universal law
I see celestial bodies float
Long ago they stopped shining
An advanced state of putrefaction
Five seconds until fusion
Run away, abort mission
Space-time paradox
Between my legs this tropical climate
That drowns me, that drowns me
That squeezes me and repositiones me
Repositiones
Five seconds until fusion
Run away, abort mission
Space-time paradox
Between my legs this tropical climate
Five seconds until fusion
Run away, abort mission
Space-time paradox
Between my legs this tropical climate
That drowns me, that drowns me
That squeezes me and repositiones me
Repositiones
Something that can
Place me
1. in the sense of "being here" not
'existing'