A human mousetrap and you were the cheese.
But, no cheese for me, like always.
Only the bar through my neck, choking me to death.
No blood flowing. No air flowing.
I’m going underground with the blessed children.
The ones with the purple lips and blue skin.
I’m going death and there is nothing you can do.
Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week.
Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week.
Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week.
Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week.
Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week.
Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week. Yeah, no week.
Wolves & Sheeps.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
Everything went down the drain.
I miss the Wolfpack.
I miss windy nights.
I miss long uphill streets.
I miss that magical powerade.
I miss nights with all my friends.
I miss the Santurce to San Juan bike ride.
I miss lots of thing.
I even miss part of me.
In this very dark place.
You, are the only yellows that walk this streets.
Every car is gray.
All the sky is black.
Not a single star and the moon is off.
Blurry faces.
The rain is colder than ever.
This is not depression, is reality.
And reality is what I try to avoid.
I can’t fall asleep.
Cause of you.
Cause of you!
Cause of you?
Or maybe I’m afraid to die.
Who cares.
Who cares!
Who cares?
Ants are constantly biting my arms.
That’s how sweet I am.
Just letting you know that.
