I’m always on the low I mean… To the public eye I’m always invisible Even though the other day a kid saw me And tried to come to me But her father held her arm and blocked her way Pais no mind, picked her up and walked away Yeah, nevermind… So I continue to walk around town and the city is just an old house with monsters living inside and around. Including me. But I’m not a monster I only see them. And when they sleep I take over I occupy, but I’m not a tenant I’m free, light, wild. Yeah… But the monsters think they own this house Using hangman’s knots as ties Crammed up inside cans And in their hands everything turns to waste Hemlock with soda, funny taste Joke’s on them They’re selling their soul for food and still starving While leeches suck their blood Infecting right here in this room. Yes, they’re here. I feel it That’s why I’m always alert From the avenue to the narrow street with a strange architecture Where I jump up, fall down, but never get hurt If I could be seen They would say I’m insane Unbreakable Flexible Comfortable Cuz I wander softly as I wander off around these streets Oh, if this street was mine, I’d get it all carved With the poet’s word on the concrete like a reflector to make them reflect on it. Cuz the reflect from the machine doesn’t mirror us Made us to his resemblance this Robot God To make us drop But I fall and don’t get hurt Fall and don’t get hurt Fall and don’t get hurt, like I said before. And before it… I was just thinking under the moonlight and this moonlight in my eyes reflect the streets The Chaos Bad men Hunger Animal Human Human Animal The facade covers the thrash and the tags cover the facade and fear make them lock the doors, afraid. Maybe that’s why they can’t see anything. Yeah… And me? I just keep on reflecting.