A tattooed, gauged jumble of bone, hair and skin; a lower-class Rambo, so stupid and mean, He barks at me like a god-like big man. He claims that he knows more high-born lads like me. He says I ain't humble, and he laughs at me and my unreal life. My insulting bling life. And in between all this shit he shares he makes clear to me that in another time my friend and I’d be already stabbed. That now he’s changed his ways, but by the way he says it, I know he’s far too lout to be even proud. Though time, it keeps tickin', your ways seem still stuck in the dawn of time. Tough guy, you’re getting dumber. Hey thug, you’re full of lessons in life. Big man, I’m getting yawny. I hope that you had a good time, but for the evenings to come: don’t talk to me that way. But mate, I’m afraid that you got something wrong You see, I look back at the roots where I come from and all that I see, lad, are children of war. And now look at you, dickhead. You and your kind are just the trash that starts the wars in here. All for the sake of your nuts and your cocks. In here I only see one Man. Oh! they should tighten your leash, bro. I’m afraid you don’t take the judgements as good as me. A humble background is not a carte blanche to be a complete scumbag. Tough guy, you’re getting dumber. Hey Chuck, you’re full of lessons in life. Hitman, I’m getting yawny. I hope that you had a good time. You raised the bar up so high! [solo: H. Landaluce] Tough guy, you’re getting dumber. Hey thug, What a good chat we had! Big man, I’m getting yawny. I hope that you had a good time, but for the evenings to come: stop this shit. Turn away. Leave me be.

A Big Hole And the years keep going by and it always seems there’s somewhere else where I have to be, another place where someone needs me. And I’m tired of being the cornerstone, the foundation. I wish I could stop. How hard it is not to feel guilty. For I lost the right to fail on the very day I took this trail. [solo: H. Landaluce] Lean on me but don’t get used to. Be whatever you want to be but don’t rely on me, please. Rise and walk. Dance. Sing. For I had enough of this. Know that one day I’ll be sick and gone. And you'll run like headless chickens back and forth when all the dreams you crushed ain’t but a hole. A Big Hole. And when I ran for shelter what have I found? Cold silence, aloof eyes, cool touch. Vile ways that make me feel so empty. And I’m tired of feeling like a puppet. You know? Damn it! she’s supposed to greet me, man. I feel like a sailor coming back to no home. And it’s hard to see flowers in her hair when she blackmails me for what I am. Know that one day I’ll be sick and gone. And you'll run like a headless chicken back and forth 'cause all the dreams you crushed ain’t but a hole. A Big Hole. "Lead the way. There ain't another like you here. Use these burdens as a spur. There are still moments left to share. Don't lose faith now." No. [solo: H. Landaluce] See my hands, they give shape to a dream. Don't you let your Vision disappear. Know that one day we’ll be sick and gone. And you'll fall 'cause that's the only fate you'll know unless you finally get that those hands can give shape to all dreams.