Confesiones. De un pecador sediento ambriento. De esta pesadilla no despierto. . Confesiones. De un pecador sediento ambriento. De esta pesadilla no despierto.
Se arma el agite. Se arma el quilombo. Corridas, sirenas. La noche nos espera. . Se arma el agite. Se arma el quilombo. Corridas, sirenas. La noche nos espera.
The kid next door is defective. The trees are rotting and bending to the ground. Watch the untainted innocence. Collapse into lewd misfortunes. . And I swear but the truth feels so empty.
The worst is yet to come. So vulnerable and dumb say the words and I'll dissolve. Tell me how long should this last I've been forgetting how to act and.
Always feeling so uncomfortable, and the situation tends to be predictable. Hope slips through trained fingers, It's how it's always been. I can't seem to tear myself away, been living in the past with my mistakes.
Careless whispers drifting by the ears. Trust in no one, silence broken by careless whispers. . You've got a lot to say, but I'm not listening. And I've got a lot to say, that your ears are not hearing.
Careless whispers drifting by the ears,. trust in no one, silence broken by careless whispers. You've got a lot to say, but I'm not listening,. and I've got a lot to say, that your ears are not hearing.
Blow me away. Was that love you declared. Only a word. Love can mean anything. . I understand the world, we're living in. . Oceans apart. What's that view from your wave.
Citizens of a starless sky. Have stolen the sun. And held it for ransom. An endless greed unsatisfied. Can see the blood on their hands. Does more than just feed them.
All eyes on the system placed before you. No time for an explanation. Deceitful, why we dancing here. If you listen close enough. . Doesn't it feel like a broken record.
I don't want to feel this way and I don't want. To pretend that these feelings don't exist. But I'm aware yet so afraid. That I'll make mistakes I'll always regret.
I don't want to feel this way and I don't want. To pretend that these feelings don't exist. But I'm aware yet so afraid. That I'll make mistakes I'll always regret.
Cozy in this home, burnt up swollen pains. Fear is on the plate but you can't recognize. The danger that you've gotten yourself in. Do as I'm told, not for long.
Lie awake completely satisfied and let the sweat run through my hair. Well I haven't felt this way in quite sometime when I look over you're not there.
This overwhelming thought has gotten inflamed and red. Like a festering sore inside my guilt-ridden head. Leave the lights on now and we'll just talk a while.
En esta noche, la luna se llenó. CON SANGRE!. La luna se llenó. CON SANGRE!. Calles llenas de masacre. . En esta noche we're hated as we force, WORLD ORDER!.
Trial by fire. To find out the hard way. What it's like without you. 'Cause even my best intentions go astray. . If passion can drive us home. And guided by voices in our heads.
Stop, rephrase all those words cause I've never seen such ignorance on anyone's face. Wallowed in the filthy air and the demons gently fill the void in my eyes.
Something wrong out of lines to keep the rats distracted. A hollow shell, habit trail, symptoms of getting older. But I'm not searching for the answers.