[Intro: Blasskill]

Twelve in the morning, wake up, have a cup of tea

Saturday, they’ve been mourning, grieving, they've lost something, can't you see?

So, what the fuck? You've been telling lies

Non-stop, but they're truths, the victim is me

[Verso 1: Blasskill]

My hand grabbed yours under the shadow of a tree

Heat so big, sweat starts to pour down on my knees

Water dives it deep, I'm still the seed

Flower's bloomin’ and you groomin’ what is left of me

[Estribillo: Blasskill]

Grown up just a bit and died once again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

Grown up just a bit and died once again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

Grown up just a bit and died oncе again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

Grown up just a bit and diеd once again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

[Interludio: Blasskill]

I've been crying, i don't even know the cause (Pause)

Every day chattin thru the phone, no pause (Pause)

Special day in the corner, i won't even get cake (Pause)

Now i've lost inspiration, keep thinkin’ ‘bout you every day

[Verso 2: Blasskill]

Plant, love, we planted love, we planned

Love, we begged for love, Rosenda

First date, xyz, all you see is me

Your body heat? Yeah, I like it

I like how it feels, not a fan of meat

Not a fan of veggies. but i'll still eat

[Estribillo: Blasskill]

Grown up just a bit and died once again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

Grown up just a bit and died once again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

Grown up just a bit and died once again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

Grown up just a bit and died once again

Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane

[Verso 3: Blasskill]

I don't have to believe

What is presented to me

Is a lazily constructed lie

A filthy, lethal cry, promethazine

You don't want to appear

In big-ass important magazines

But you should look at the irony

You're still chasing that famous life

Pobre de ti

Rompo, rompo, rompo culos

Sin ningún, ningún disimulo

Sabes que lo tienes crudo

Si no te deshaces del bulo

Qué maduro, ¿no?

Qué maduro, já

Suelo pasarlo mal, y

Suelo ponerme a llorar, al

Suelo, pon las manos en alto, y en el

Suelo voy a acabar

Dale al revolver, dale al revolver

Solo si de verdad no me quieres a volver

—Ver

Te es mi nombre, revertir es el proceso de conocer

—Te

Quiero volver a hacer

Quizá en esas circunstancias

Podríamos haberlo hecho bien