歌詞

TV light on the ceiling

Crayons bleeding on the floor

Brooklyn breathing

Behind the door

PECHO

OREJA

Chest

Ear

Listen

Don't speak yet

Just listen

Holding onto my mother's hand

Walking through those giant halls

Paintings watching from the walls

Like they knew something I didn't know

Back at home

Cartoons shaking on the screen

Paper underneath my fingers

Faces coming out of me

Father's records spinning slowly

Trumpets crawling through the room

I didn't know what hurt inside me

I only knew—

I HAD TO DRAW IT!

DRAW IT!

DRAW IT!

DRAW IT OUT!

GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!

RED!

BLUE!

BLACK!

PUT IT ON THE WALL!

I CAN'T KEEP

ALL OF THIS

INSIDE!

...inside

Inside me

English in the street

Spanish in the kitchen

French inside a memory

Too many voices

Too many names

Too many people telling me

Who

I

Should

Be

PECHO!

OPEN UP MY CHEST!

OREJA!

CAN YOU HEAR ME YET?

There's a riot in my bones

There's a siren underneath

Red lines

Blue lines

Teeth against the dark

Every word I tried to bury

Comes back as another mark

I don't need you

To give me a crown

I'LL DRAW IT MYSELF!

One line!

Two lines!

Three!

KING

Seven years old

Hospital window

Headlights moving through the rain

Mother put a book beside me

Bodies opened on the page

Skin

Muscle

Bone

Blood

Everything had a name

But where was the picture

For this thing

Inside my chest?

Where is it?

Where is it?

WHERE IS IT?

SHOW ME THE PAGE

FOR LONELINESS!

SHOW ME THE BONE

THAT HOLDS THE FEAR!

SHOW ME THE VEIN

THAT CARRIES ANGER!

SHOW ME!

SHOW ME!

SHOW ME

WHERE I AM

IN HERE!

Nothing

So I drew an eye

Then another eye

A mouth that couldn't close

A skull

Still smiling

A body

With nowhere to go

Maybe beauty isn't clean

Maybe truth doesn't stand still

Maybe the broken line

Is the only honest line

Maybe—

Maybe—

NO

I KNOW IT IS!

PECHO!

BREAK OPEN MY CHEST!

OREJA!

LISTEN TO THE MESS!

There's a rhythm in the damage

There's a heartbeat in the paint

White scars

Yellow voices

Red screaming through the frame

Scratch the word

Cross it out

WRITE IT AGAIN!

Erase my name

I'LL WRITE IT AGAIN!

Erase my face

I'LL DRAW IT AGAIN!

You cannot make me disappear!

CHEST!

EAR!

EYE!

BONE!

BLOOD!

NAME!

STREET!

KING!

Summer heat

Sweet piragua

Syrup running down my hand

A distant island in my blood

Brooklyn underneath my skin

Father's jazz

Mother's paintings

Cartoons glowing late at night

Subway shaking

Taxi screaming

Everything became a line

[Slow Build]

Every sound

Every wound

Every language

Every room

Every face

Every loss

Every silence

Every—

Every—

EVERYTHING!

EVERYTHING IS STILL IN ME!

DO YOU HEAR IT?

DO YOU HEAR ME?

I AM NOT EMPTY!

I AM TOO FULL!

TOO FULL OF SOUND!

TOO FULL OF NAMES!

TOO FULL OF BLOOD!

TOO FULL OF MEMORY!

LET IT OUT!

LET IT OUT!

LET IT—

OUT!

PECHO!

MY CHEST REMEMBERS!

OREJA!

MY EARS HEAR EVERYTHING!

Brooklyn nights

And distant islands

Every broken thing still sings

Bone and skin

Love and anger

Childhood underneath the paint

I took everything

That tried to break me

AND GAVE IT

ANOTHER NAME!

ART!

NO—

LIFE!

NO ONE GIVES ME THE CROWN!

NO ONE GIVES ME THE WALL!

NO ONE TELLS ME

WHICH PART OF ME

I'M ALLOWED TO DRAW!

ONE LINE!

TWO LINES!

THREE!

LOOK AT ME!

The television

Is still glowing

The record

Is still turning

Mother

I'm still drawing

PECHO

OREJA

Chest

Ear

Somewhere between them

The whole world

Is still

Screaming