And he was happy for the trees that sang while he was falling.

I've got no eyes, i 've got no legs, i' ve got no head, i've got none of so many things, and i wouldn't need them if i had them.

Cause i have been eaten by a dog and theres no future for me,all there is is waiting, waiting for a bit of me going away, waiting for a bit of you going away, cause a bit of me is a bit of you, and thats just how it is.

Waiting until those stomach acids take me to the nothing, waiting for the next big run, waiting to not more me, waiting for the dog to take me to the trees, and the dog will dance, and i'll be gone, singing with the trees.

(Cabe aclarar que escribir en inglés es siempre de mal gusto cuando se es mexicano)