Miraflores Lyrics

My fantasy crossed the ocean, to a park full of dead Kennedys

Slept at the flying dogs, I sneaked in you said

Alone in the smog I drank the leaves, ball was rolling

Upon my middle finger, spices

Burnt my mouth, and I cried

All I could eat was my own soul

Extended skulls were lying in the sand

From the land I couldn't see the lines

A cloud of flying rats covering the sky, as I cleaned what they left behind

Up to the Inca mountains I met myself, headaches spraying shit everywhere

Un bleu azur d'une profondeur infinie, above my head

Back to the bitch, an angel

Took me to the malecón

Ate raw fish lying on grain balls

Dipped in the blood of the soil

I swallowed the pills

Mother nature

Took me back

From the dead

A cloud of flying rats covering the sky, as I cleaned what they left behind

Up to the Inca mountains I met myself, headaches spraying shit everywhere

Un bleu azur d'une profondeur infinie, above my head

Back to the bitch, an angel

Took me to the malecón

Ate raw fish lying on grain balls

Dipped in the blood of the soil

I swallowed the pills

Mother nature

Took me back

From the dead