So, what you're saying is that Sufjan Stevens is the greatest artist?
Of course, Tom
He has the most serene voice
I can admit that to be able to sleep
I have to listen and cry to his entire album "Carrie and Lowell"
He calms my demons
But do you know that Mr. Stevens is someone that lives in your mind, right?
No, he's real
Of course, he's real
No, he's imaginary
In fact, there's no trace of that album neither the existence of his persona
You can ask the audience if you want
You know
I'm really tired of the media
Trying to control who's relevant and who's not to the eye of life
If he's not real, then I prefer to be dreaming about no one
Come a little closer
Tell me how to get
To the Secret Valley
Beneath the rose gold sky
A hole of blurriness
Swallows my pride
You look so depraved
Like the tears of a gloomy god
Can't reach the joy container
I'm just the dark expression
Of this so called mind-invasion
Dreams of N (All I ever got)
Dreams of N (All I ever got)
Dreams of N (All I ever got)
Dreams of N (All I ever got)
Dreams of N (Dreams of N)
Dreams of N (Dreams of N)
Dreams of N (Dreams of N)
Dreams of N (Dreams of N)
Pienso en mí
Pienso en ti
En la causalidad
Que nada vale ahora
La gente
Se sumerge en
Pura Mierda capital
Por esperanzas de solo progresar