I'm always on the low
I mean
To the public eye I'm always invisible
Even though the other day a kid saw me
And tried to come to me
But her father held her arm
and blocked her way
While she pointed at me
Mumbling words
But the father paid no mind
Picked her up and walked away
Yeah, nevermind...

So I continue to walk around town,
and this city is just an old house
with monsters living inside and around
Including me
But I'm not a monster
I only see them
And when they sleep
I take over
I occupy but I'm not a tenant
I'm free, light, wild...
Yeah...


But the monsters think they own this house
Using hangman's knots as ties
Crammed up inside cans
And in their hands everything turns to waste
Hemlock with soda, funny taste
Joke's on them
Yeah...




They're selling their soul for food and still starving
While leeches suck their blood
Infecting right here in this room
Yes, they're here, I feel it
That's why I'm always alert
From the avenue to the narrow street with a strange architecture
Where I jump up, fall down but never get hurt


If I could be seen
They would say I'm insane
Unbreakable, flexible, confortable
Cuz I wander softly as I wander off around these streets


Oh, if this street was mine, I'd get it all carved
With the poet's word on the concrete like a reflector
to make them reflect on it
Cuz the reflect from the machine doesn't mirror us
Made us to his resemblance this Robot God
To make us drop
But I fall and don't get hurt
Fall and don't get hurt
Fall and don't get hurt
Like I said before
And before it I was just thinking under the moonlight
And this moonlight in my eyes reflect the streets


The Chaos, bad men, hungry
Animal human, human animal
the façade covers the thrash and the tags cover the façade
And fear make them lock the doors, afraid
Maybe that's why they can't see anything


Yeah... And me? I just keep on reflecting