Es muy difcil crear y muy fcil destruir. es muy fcil bajar yo mas difcil es volver a subir al monte. donde naciste por ley es muy fcil negar difcil reconocer.
Y yo que se el que buscamos.. este hombre y yo. solo sabemos que si algo. encontramos con vosotros. lo compartiremos. . Barato nuestro arte vendemos. porque amamos lo que hacemos.
She lets her darkness fall. By day we both have different ends. She gives up all her desires. And fears in the night. But it was just a vanished site.
Dear me,. I'm writing this letter to try and tell myself. its time for me to feel better.. . Dear me,. How could I turn away when he needed me?. Now all that's left to say is, dear me..
Damnit Anna, don't look at me that way. You know very well what you did that day. Yes you know very well. You say you got a soul to sell. But if you wanna meet the devil.
I can see the pain that hides inside your eyes. I can hear the words that you never say. 'cause baby you're doubtful. I know n' I say:. . and I believe in you.
Desperate man. Fixes hope, forgets his plans. Loneliness is a rutted path. He sinks his feet into the weedy grass. . Man succumb. Given in to the bribe of love.
They thought that love was sacred. Until they met the desecrater. A sea of poison came in between them. And there was red on the ground below. . They cannot breed.
You can disappear here. Without knowing it. You can disappear here. Without believing it. . Leave me alone take me with you. Bring me apart, apart from you.
She wears devilRed. . she sweats the poison. -all over her. keeps me quiet. -inside her storm. she has the method. -no other knows. . red as the veins,she likes to swim in.
Tomorrow will I wake up?. and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds. Tomorrow will I wake up?. and from my mouth will flee a song. . Tomorrow I will wake up.
All your darkness and hope. . So this is the exemplar death style. You told me about you want my seed in. Is this the treason, I bare the fame from?. My fatal freedom the omniswansong.
Fuckin' maikarma, aaveyrjn*. make a painting of your angst you fuckin' wimp. You think you can write lyrics. imo it's plain fuckin' shit. . Death, death, to artsy fags....and others!!!!!!!!1.
step inside the hall of perdition. not even the shadows have invited you. what can you hear, what can you feel?. someone breathing timidly gasping for air.
Por ese mar de llanto. Que ha dejado en mi guitarra. Por ese quebranto. Que me ataca por la espalda. . Por esos rencores. Que me toman por asalto. Por esos insomnios.
Separate us now, be the one you want to see. Take it all apart, find the way you want to be. Can you see the way I've tried, can you see the way I've died.
Betrayed a moment more by progress that we make. My vision's blurred by what the filters can't display. Illusions of dimensions, illogical machines...
A mindset so unreal. The victory for your fears. I'm so unwelcome here,. A haven of mass-hysteria. Is this broken?. A wayward lie you live. Your life is broken.
imagine a world. where nothing has changed. where it's all the same. but everyone is gone.. what would you do with it all?. . here's where we're at. where we depend on each other.
[tekst: Daniel Potasz; muzyka: Daniel Potasz, Maja Konarska]. . Pole ociekajcych blem kamieni. Prywatne tragedie tysicy rodzin. Sucham, sysz jaki pacz.