I have a list of things to feel, not to do
And when I complete it, God will say

I have a list of things to feel, not to do
And when I complete it, God will say
I've let myself be charmed by the good looks of quality
When what kills me is censoring myself

I know that sometimes I cut the air with how sharp my thoughts are
That's why I interpret it as a sin, and I'm not capable
But it's in a bad way, real, I don't feel special
Nor do I feel like a poet, or any of that crap
Mine is banal, even commercial
All so trivial, just that it's respected

Because it reflects me entirely
Because it inspires purity
A hundred percent certainty
Even if it hurts a ton

I know I was born for this and there's nothing more
To mend the world as I break
A poison that beats in rhythm
I give you the salt of my sea

I know I was born for this and there's nothing more
To mend the world as I break
A poison that beats in rhythm
I give you the salt of my sea

And I dissociate from myself, I'm not from this place
I don't know if I'm blessed or possessed by Satan
Like the waters in April, prick me and I don't bleed
And I get turned on because I vibrate in my wave
When I embrace my discomfort
A line of sand and a line of lime

I dissociate from myself, I'm not from this place
I don't know if I'm blessed or possessed by Satan
Like the waters in April, prick me and I don't bleed
And I get turned on because I vibrate in my wave
When I embrace my discomfort
A line of sand and a line of lime

I know I was born for this and there's nothing more
To mend the world as I break
A poison that beats in rhythm
I give you the salt of my sea

I know I was born for this and there's nothing more
To mend the world as I break
A poison that beats in rhythm
I give you the salt of my sea

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