Experience these things. My chest digs further in and it gets hard to breathe. Don't fight it. Make this easy. . Sometimes I wish I had wings. Fly far away from this life.
Further I'm hurled down. The colors shift from red to gray. This is a realm of damaged spirits and I can't see the light.... Only the gaze of his eyes.
Born again harder. Than I was before. Bringing the hammer down. Is more than metaphor. I live by the steel. Die by the blade. What reason is there to be.
In the corner beside my window. Hangs a lonely photograph. There is a reason I never notice it. Memory that could hold me back. . There is a wound that's always bleeding.
You piss me off when I see your face. Full of shame, full of disgrace. You're nothing worth, just a piece of shit. Shut your mouth or I start to hit. .
I'm only human, of flesh and blood I'm made.. Ooh human, born to make mistakes.. If five boys in the house say it loud.. If five boys in the house check it out..
Sick to death, filled to the brim. Of feigning interest in your life. Be it a god, be it a knife. An answer to the never ending strife. . To hold your tongue speaks of truthful pain.
Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance. Shit for brains I'm a game of change. One cut, two cut counting scars. Three cut horns up behind the bars. . I'm not your patron saint.
Hoy es día de alegría. Mi corazón quiere invitarte a ti. A bailar la vida entera. A que hagas lo que quieras con total placer. . Hoy es día de alegría.
Hoje é dia de folia. Meu coração quer convidar você. Pra cair na brincadeira. Balançar fazer zoeira com o maior prazer. . Hoje é dia de folia. Meu coração quer convidar você.
Explode!. . Is it a continuation. Or just everything starts from the beginning. Memories live in me. About future or. It's just a paradoxial state-dependent associative.
Look, the homeless on the street. The little shoeblack on his knees. A good heart and the daily fighter. Policemen, gangster and the priest. Wheelchair woman on her feet.