The Ensemblist

Cuidado con las serpientes rojas, Cuidado con las serpientes rojas, Promesas y fracasos.

Upon my feet, Waves crash for the fight.

In and out of sleep all day, with nothing to eat.

You don’t need tanks nor drones.

Flew to close to the sun.

My left ankle rests upon the right.

Like a high-pitched whistle that sends dogs wild, like garden sensors scattering cats or birds.

To be alive and to be loved Happy and homed.

Day 17, they said it would be 5.

Used to run marathons, And drink Irn Bru.