01 - Lluvias [Storms]

02 - Declaración de Dependencia [Declaration of Dependence]

Tomorrow comes every day, and yet we only live in the past.

Or maybe time is honest

only when it runs us over and we don’t know what to do.

Sometimes I’m so confused by being alive

that I choose to stop believing—

in a final solution,

in an exit I can never seem to find.

And maybe I’m just scared

of not existing anymore.

But I can’t help feeling

like I’m too extreme sometimes—

in the middle of so many opinions

and places I don’t want to be.

I try to rely only on talking to myself,

but in the end, it all feels the same.

(The world is like a ride in an amusement park

And when you choose to go on it you think it's real because

That's how powerful our minds are

The ride goes up and down and round and round

It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud

And it's fun for a while

Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder,

Hey is this real or is this just a ride?

And other people have remembered and they come back to us and say

Hey don't worry don't be afraid ever  because

This is just a ride

Shut him up! We've got a lot invested in this ride shut him up!

Look at my furrows of worry

Look at my big bank account and my family

This has to be real

It's just a ride

But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that you ever notice that?

And let the demons run amok

But it doesn't matter

Because

It's just a ride)

03 - Sobre Acuerdos, Mandatos y Estructuras [About Agreements, Rules and Structures]

(If I knew that my life depended on finding

Something to be driven by other than validation

What would that even be?

It's strange but the thought of not being driven by external validation is unthinkable

Like I actually cannot concieve of what that would be like)

Good morning. Please be polite and try to hurry if you’re running late.

Don’t forget your taxes, and don’t feed the arts.

Never let anyone tell you you didn’t do your part.

Eliminate your enemies and celebrate the victory.

Coincidences are plenty, but they don’t affect history.

Time is linear, spatial, behavioral, and most importantly—real.

Anyone who says otherwise is probably wrong.

Socialize early, without thinking too much about who.

Judge all actions, even if you don’t really understand them.

Fight if you’re a boy. Cry if you’re a girl.

Don’t get too emotional.

Wake up before 6.

Get married, have kids, and go to church on Sundays.

Own a house, a car, some savings, and a degree before you’re 25.

See a doctor unconsciously at least once a month.

And try to live forever—

without really knowing why.

((The people come here

To look for aliens ghosts and cults

Gateways to hell

Secret military bases

Looking into other dimensions

I think if there is something

It is not none of these things

Or perhaps all of them?

How does an isolated tribesman in Ecuador

Know the difference between an alien an angel and a ghost?

He doesn't

But he tells a story

To make sense

Of the infinite

Sometimes

When I stare up and look into the infinite

I see a film

A membrane

A layer

And behind it is another

And another

And another

Do you see?)

03 - Un Día de Furia [Falling Down]

Today I feel a little insane—no focus,

just a craving to destroy.

Kick down doors, set fires,

see a corpse or dissect something ugly.

I don’t know why this happens to me—

I’m never really home,

and still, I want to escape.

I don’t get how everyone else does it—

the world is so dishonest,

all I can do is get angry.

So angry, in fact,

that my rages feel like endless pits

where my sense of right and wrong goes to die.

It’s moments like these

when there’s nothing left—

no empathy to give.

The questions and fears

dissolve into silence.

I don’t feel anything anymore.

And it doesn’t matter what I think—

nothing ever comes back.

The bad guys will win.

My mind is shaking,

or maybe it’s overgrown

with moths, and rage, and more.

If everything means nothing,

then all I hear is noise—

and maybe I won’t wake up again.

(It's all just theater

Well you know what William Shakespeare said

Something about the whole world being a stage so

You might as well act the fuck out of it?

Nailed it

But I don't want to be an actor

I just want to be myself

Give me a break

Well maybe there's a reason we pretend

Maybe the lies we tell each other are

Less horrible than the truth we keep hidden)

05 - Relato de Una Víctima [Tale of A Victim]

It’s daytime again,

and I still don’t know

what I feel.

Everything is always so wrong

that I don’t even believe

in mirrors anymore.

Nothing ever feels special—

just emotional emptiness

from desires

that won’t leave me alone.

Sometimes I can’t take it anymore.

I don’t even know what I’m waiting for.

And time slips by,

and I start to forget

that I won’t be

in the same place forever.

How much more trust does it take?

I’m tired of wandering,

always losing.

And I know everyone will leave me—

or slowly fade away,

dissolving into

a thousand other memories

about the fear of not being afraid.

I just want to rest.

There’s no need

to become someone new.

And I know it’s wrong

to sit here waiting

for peace

in the same place.

06 - Es Complicado [It's Complicated]

Something feels so strange, and I can’t tell—

did I go to bed early,

or did I never really wake up?

I just want to see myself far from here,

without asking mirrors

why no one ever changes,

yet still gives advice.

And it hits so hard—seeing you still,

feeling you in my own skin—

like a million needles

clearing my sight.

Or maybe it’s just a sad song

about some better world,

a memory from another life,

or something to give it meaning.

But even then, I fall apart

when I have nowhere to go.

I can’t remember how to be awake,

but I can’t fall asleep either.

It’s like I can’t hear anyone near me—

and I don’t know if I’ve lost my mind,

or if they were never really there.

And even if it hurts,

even if it weighs me down,

I can’t let you go.

After so much time walking together,

I can’t tell anymore—

did I create you in my mind

when I didn’t know how to suffer?

Or after so much tragedy...

do I truly want to die?

(You have to believe me!

Some truly malevolent beings

want to become the planet’s dominant species—

and they’ll destroy us all to make it happen!

They’ll destroy us all!)

07 - Moléculas [Molecules]

Are these endless waves of pain

just reminders of you?

Is it the times I lose my faith,

or the moments where all color fades?

Maybe today I hear you a little less—

or maybe I never truly listened.

If I hear your voice, it waits far away,

but where it leads, I never know.

If what I’ve been seeing

is an ocean of lights,

then why is it

that when I try to be strong,

there are no lights left to see?

And honestly, I don’t know

if I need you—

or if I just want you to be cruel.

But if you ever see me

shivering from the cold,

it’s because I know

we’re going to be okay.

(Right on right on

Maybe we could all learn a thing or two from those sandwiches)

We’re going to be just fine—so fine.

It’s better to go than to stay,

to feel than to think,

to suffer than to wait.

But it’s better to open than to close,

to long for something

than to never wake at all.

Nothing will ever be the same—

only time keeps moving on.

08 - No Hay Futuro [No Future]

A trillion to the tenth power is:

One zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero...

They’re looking at photos of naked girls

in the control room while I’m talking about the soul.

And they corrupt 20-year-old Nico,

showing him tits and ass.

That’s how kids are these days—

tits and ass.

But it doesn’t matter.

That’s not a bad word.

You know what the real bad words are?

The bad word is hate.

The bad word is violence.

The bad word is aggression.

The bad word is guilt.

The bad word is fear.

The bad word is envy.

The bad word is resentment.

The bad word is bitterness.

The bad word is worthlessness.

The bad word is I can’t.

I don’t know.

I don’t want to.

That’s the bad stuff.

Not tits and ass.

Long live tits and ass!

(Bury me in a nameless grave

I came from God the world to save

I brought then wisdom from above

Worship, liberty and love

But the slud me for I did disparage therefore religion, law and marriage

So be my grave without a name

The earth may swallow up my shame)

Long live tits.

Long live asses.

Long live the soul—

obviously, the soul

uses the ass.

Not the other way around.

The ass

doesn’t use the soul.

09 - Egocaína [Egocaine]

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. 

Amen.

Hail, Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

(More

More more more more

More love, more praise, more people telling me that I'm good

Always more

It's like a desease)

10 - Solo Hay Felicidad [There's Only Joy]

Eternity is already in sight,

floating above the sea,

watching the hours go by

from within loneliness.

And this will be the last time I

feel dissatisfied

with the darkest exits

that come undone in my heart.

But still—come anyway,

we’ll go swimming

in an ocean of salt

where no one can drown.

And it will be the last time I

see any pain in you, my love,

even if you don’t remember

whether you found me today,

or if I disappeared—goodbye.

I forgot how to forget.

Drugs do you harm.

Nothing shines the same anymore.

And I’m not even really here.

But this will be the last time I

fake a trace of solidarity—

there’s no need,

where I’m going

there’s only joy.

There’s only joy.

11 - Memento Mori

(I mean is something wrong with me?

Because I know that I did an awful thing

And I'm doing it again right now!

But I cant' stop myself from doing it

That's how badly I need to feel something again

like I'm an addict!

There has to be something wrong with me

Can I apologize?

What if I tell you I was wrong?

Would that work?

Would that fix it?

I don't know

I don't think it will

But there's nothing else that I can do

Just tell me what you want

I'm sorry

I'm sorry!

Please

Please help me

Please give me some of whatever it is that makes you complete

I want whatever that wholeness is that you just

Summoned out of nothing and you put into your work

You were complete in some way that I never was!

I want to know how to be a good person

I want to know how not to hate myself

Please!

I'm fading

And all I want is to know that I'm going to be okay)

ChatGPT said:

Today I woke up

feeling like

just another idiot in this world,

convincing myself

that time

is just another drop in a flood.

Hey—

where are

my fortune and all those certainties

that vanish like mist?

I went to sleep

without a smile,

and everything felt so unclear.

I saw myself

drifting away,

and maybe coming back a second later.

Hey—

but maybe

it’s just my twisted imagination

haunting my days.

I know

where to find

the dreams that never lead anywhere.

And

I can list

all the reasons why trusting someone will break you.

Sometimes I think we’re just a joke—

and I don’t know if it’s my sense of humor

or just a really sad one.

And sometimes I think friends don’t exist.

Sometimes I think we’re nothing but vices.

We’re nothing but vices.

(Was I a failure

For not understanding this game?

I mean I don't know why I would be

It's not like everything needs to have a solution

But I feel it somehow

I feel like I failed

And I don't understand why)

12 - Consciencia de Unidad [Consciousness of Unity]

(Well, for me—

the meditation technique I like the most

is observation.

Because the observer can observe everything—

the entire set of changes that take place,

every modification, and

the infinite variety of experiences.

All of them can be observed.

And because of that, the observer is the one who unifies.

So when you learn to observe,

and when you observe any of these changes

from that reference point,

the very act of observing them

starts to integrate you.

For example,

you might feel really confused

or really anxious at some moment—

but if you were to remember

that you can observe that state of confusion,

the very instant you observe the confusion,

you place yourself in the point of integration—

outside of the confusion.

Because who is it that observes the confusion?

It can’t be someone inside the confusion.

So in that moment, you remember:

your true nature is beyond that confusion.

That doesn’t mean the confusion isn’t real

or that it’s not happening—

it is happening,

it’s a phenomenon that’s unfolding.

But the observer is always

one step ahead,

so to speak,

of the entire experience that’s unfolding.)

(At a certain point,

you realize that everything that happens

is part of identity.

There seems to be an intermediate process—

a stage of non-identification—

where observation, for me,

becomes the most extraordinary technique.

Because

it's like undeniable proof,

clear evidence,

that within us

there’s always something transcendent.

And it has nothing to do with ideology.

You don’t need to rely on any belief system—

it’s just always there.

You can observe everything,

and there is always something

doing the observing.

Something you can connect with—

and I put “connect with” in semantic quotation marks,

because really,

it’s just the fact that you can observe it.

The observer stands outside the event.

But then, after integrating all events,

after bringing observation into your daily life,

something begins to happen.

You start to find yourself.

It’s a technique—

just a tool—

that helps you unify.

Because by definition,

the observer is what unifies.

So by practicing observation,

you increase the possibility

of inner unification.

And eventually,

you connect with reality.

You are in reality.

And at that point,

the whole conversation

about identity or non-identity

no longer matters.

You’re beyond identity—

beyond the lack of it, too.

But to get there,

you had to go through that intermediate stage

of disidentification

through observation.

And then you arrive

at something almost impossible to define—

that contact with reality.

Because in that space,

there’s no inside or outside.

There’s not even an observer,

nor something being observed.

There’s no observer, no observed—

you simply are.

You are yourself.

And everything that happens,

just happens.

It happens.

And it doesn’t matter—

because everything matters equally.)

13 - Canción Para Los Hijos de H. [Song For The Sons of H.]

(I'm past the point of no return

Do you know when that is?

That's the point in a journey.

Where it's longer to go back to the beginning

Than it is to continue to the end

It's like

Remember when those astronauts got in trouble?

They were going to the moon and something went wrong

They had to get back to Earth but they had passed

The point of no return

So they had to go all the way around the moon to get back

And they were out of contact for hours.

Everybody waited to see if a bunch of dead guys in a can

Would pop out the other side

That's me.

I'm on the other side of the moon now

Out of contact

And everybody's just going to have to wait till I pop out)

Wherever

the sun

may take you,

there’s always

a reason

to smile—

and it’s

so close

to you.

And don’t forget

that all those things

that never—

never could be,

are just shadows

on the skin

of something

greater than you.

(I know you have a lot to be angry about

But keeping it to yourself and staying quiet

It's not going to help you

There's pain underneath

That's where our work needs to go

What is it that disappoints you so much?

Oh I don't know

maybe it's that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit

The world it self's just one big hoax

Or is it that we voted for this?

Not with our rigged elections

But with our things

Our property

Our money

We all know why we do this

But because we wanna be sedated

Because it's painful not to pretend

Because we're cowards)

And when you feel like

finally, everything

has some kind of meaning—

make sure you don’t lose

the voices

of those you want close.

Maybe time

will show you that

no one’s perfect,

and we’re all heading

to the same place.

14 - Lo Mejor Siempre Está Por Venir [The Best Is Yet To Come]

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