Mucho Frio

Retrace! cause I want to correct
 All the misplaced words and poorly formed steps
 That came, before all this regret
 All these fucking moments I can't choke or repress
 Those unspoken words
 Thought I saw you mumble but I never really heard
 Outside the structure you were referred
 To some kind of miracle now that seems absurd
 Don't know what I saw my eyes were blurred
 Woke up the morning, felt what I deserve
 Felt what I deserve
 Shh!
 Shh!
 Guilty! of some kind of crime
 You don't got the kind of stomach for this poison heart of mine
 Discount on love, the kids left behind
 For the silence in the corner, the kind that you can't define
 These streets filled with dread
 Running from the moment, I'm running from my head
 Dispatch the calls, the memory is dead
 Do the dirty dishes, and burn the sheets of this bed
 I'm the kind of thought better left unsaid
 I'm the kind of book better left unread
 Better left unread
 Dead
 I'm the kind of thought better left unsaid
 I'm the kind of book better left unread
 Better left unread