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A 180 Con Mi Monopatín

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Mirror moods in shattered glass,
Highs and lows that move too fast.
Every color twists my mind,
A pattern I can’t leave behind.

But in the storm, I hear your voice,
Love can turn the noise to choice.

Kaleidoscope of bipolar,
Spinning wild, then pulling closer.
Through the night, I find control,
With your light, I heal my soul.

Rising up, then crashing down,
Dancing smiles, then underground.
But you remind me how to breathe,
To fight the dark, to still believe.

And in your arms, I feel defined,
The fractured glass becomes aligned.

Kaleidoscope of bipolar,
Spinning wild, then pulling closer.
Through the night, I find control,
With your light, I heal my soul.

“Medication, meditation…
Rest, reflection, dedication.
The pieces fit, the colors blend—
A broken shape can start again.”

Kaleidoscope of bipolar,
Spinning wild, then pulling closer.
Through the night, I find control,
With your light, I heal my soul.
“Kaleidoscope… kaleidoscope… of bipolar…”
Spinning in and out then backwards again,
“Kaleidoscope… kaleidoscope… of bipolar…”


KALEIDOSCOPE OF BIPOLAR

Text:
[Refrain]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

[Verse 1]
Some feed the fire with lies and fear,
Twist the machine, make the dark appear.
But we choose light, we choose to stand,
A thousand songs from a human hand.

[Verse 2]
Algorithms can cut both ways,
Build a cage or light the days.
But here we rise, no mask, no disguise,
Our words are weapons for open skies.

(Solo)

[Bridge]
It’s not the code, it’s the choice you make,
You draw the line that truth can take.
History listens, the future sees,
Are you chains, or are you keys?

[Refrain – stark, hymnisch]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

A 180 Con Mi Monopatín

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