Y VOLAR
Raw alternative punk rock with garage energy and 90s alternative emotion. Mid-heavy distorted guitars with repetitive melodic riffs, strong forward bass groove, and dry punchy drums with tight studio production. Minimal but controlled mixing, organic sound with slight imperfections, not overproduced. Strong dynamic contrast between soft introspective verses and explosive cathartic choruses, plus a spoken-word bridge. Dark, reflective and slightly ironic tone focused on solitude, mental noise, emotional fatigue and internal observation. Lyrics feel like fragmented inner monologue. Vocal is a real recorded male voice, raw and expressive, shifting between spoken rhythm, melodic phrasing and emotional intensity. The band supports the vocal with space and tension, building controlled energy rather than chaotic live feel. Clean structure with emotional progression and a soft reflective outro.
Y VOLAR
Raw alternative punk rock with garage energy and 90s alternative emotion. Mid-heavy distorted guitars with repetitive melodic riffs, strong forward bass groove, and dry punchy drums with tight studio production. Minimal but controlled mixing, organic sound with slight imperfections, not overproduced. Strong dynamic contrast between soft introspective verses and explosive cathartic choruses, plus a spoken-word bridge. Dark, reflective and slightly ironic tone focused on solitude, mental noise, emotional fatigue and internal observation. Lyrics feel like fragmented inner monologue. Vocal is a real recorded male voice, raw and expressive, shifting between spoken rhythm, melodic phrasing and emotional intensity. The band supports the vocal with space and tension, building controlled energy rather than chaotic live feel. Clean structure with emotional progression and a soft reflective outro.
Lyrics
Me miro al espejo y no me reconozco,
llevo tanto tiempo fingiendo ser de hierro.
Todos esperan que aguante, que nunca caiga,
pero por dentro, grito en silencio.
No soy un líder, no quiero el trono,
no quiero ser quien salve a todos.
Quiero sentarme, dejar de pensar,
cerrar los ojos… y dejarme llevar.
No puedo más…
¿No lo ves?
Estoy cansado de ser
quien siempre sostiene la red.
No puedo más…
Te lo digo sin disfraz.
Solo quiero escapar
y volar…
y volar…
Tú vienes y dices que estarás ahí,
que quieres ser mi bastón, mi raíz.
Pero tengo miedo de caer sobre ti,
de romper lo poco que queda en mí.
Si me dejas caer,
¿me sabrás levantar?
Si dejo de luchar,
¿me sabrás abrazar?
No puedo más…
No me pidas resistir.
Solo quiero existir
sin tener que fingir.
Y volar…
y volar…
con los ojos cerrados
y tu voz de verdad…
Estoy cansado…
Pero aún escucho…
tu voz.