Carolina is in the driver's seat. Medellin, I think you're crazy. Now I'm smiling while she's slaying me. I asked the mirror. It said "get some sleep".
Under cork trees. Over Aguilas. We sat smoking and talked Americas in a fortress on a mountainside. I asked a stranger, then said nevermind.
I look different. I don't feel the same. Something's coming, but I don't know their name. Someone tell me what I'm doing wrong. I asked a woman. She said "night is long". "Day is longer." Is what I told her. In the dawn her hands got colder. Her eyes got drier as mine got older. Death by fire. Glowing golden green.
In fast motion, watch the sky change colors, black to red. In the ocean, there's no seasons, just alive or dead, and starved or fed. That's what they said.
Carolina is in the driver's seat.
Medellin, I think you're crazy.
Carolina, well you're just slaying me.
Medellin, I think I'm staying.
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