C'est la Vida Fuerte Video (MV)

There were trails leading up to the incandescent islands
Floating through the sky like a parachute in my hands
We sought salvation with the stares of broken eyelids
Saving up our reputation as a storm of fragile lightning
These streetlights shine with blinding auras
Oh like forklift smiles and folded meaning

Keeping issues hidden plastic tissue wraps around me keeps my warmth inside my body
Like an inkjet dream of sorts
On painted fingertips and lashes batting from within
Leaving open questions open hearts and surgeries
Translate my addiction speak these words but not too strong
Lack of stronger signal and connection of the fall
Break my walls within with strong reactions to your craft
Leaving stones unturned for convenience of it all

Passion fills our breath with fonts of lacquer stains
Worn out misconceptions
Intoxicating questions

Oh these rockets form our strengths this country comforts me

And take this in your palm and show it off
As you fear the water in your blood
Carry memories your neck with god
Trust in gold, forget my attempt
Through the glass as a symbol in a desperate phrase
Spraying words on walls with equal pressure that we face
Tearing down our walls with dynamite and wooden swords
Causing ruptures to our only form of language