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Bodas de Sangre
03:38
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El sabor de tu piel, su caricia tan suave como nubes. Ya llega tu calor sobre mi dolor y no me cubre con letras de mi sangre para tu amor. ¡No puede ser!
Ya vuelve el dolor de tu obra maestra y no quiero ser el muñeco de tu alma, el hombre en la caja, y voy à volver un cualquiera, un nadie, un tío que no sabe y no vas a ser la diosa de mi mundo que me jode la vida. No puedes ser la bruja de mi mente que me jode el alma. No puedes ser.
¡Dame! no puedes ver?
¡Sabe! quiero creer!
¡Irme! voy a volver!
¡Dame! lo que me falta…
Me falta la presencia de tu infortuna, no llego a ver las súplicas con preguntas de desgracia, y no puedo más. Pero mira lo que pasa, mira cómo me da. ¡Voy a morir!
¿Y ahora dónde andas? ¿Y ahora dónde vas? ¡No resistes!
¡No quiero ver te más! ¡No quiero darte más! ¡No!
¡Dame! no puedes ver?
¡Sabe! quiero creer!
¡Irme! voy a volver!
¡Dame! tu alma…
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Nobody's Tales
02:49
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Maddie says, Maddie: “come in my playroom and jerk with my cold bloom to rush like a cartoon.”
Stay quiet, contact, nice rack, silently deeper in the crack.
Jimmy says, Jimmy: “how are you my friend? waiting for a bullet of world of dream felt?”
Got one, got two, waiting for the fade out and misery spread out.
Lazy, all coming fuzzy, as long as you stand.
Say cause you failed your life,
walk away from mirrors of plague burned
in flames, nobody will care of
yourself, as you stay away from me.
Amy says, Amy: “wait for the pay day, to feed my baby, won’t cry for a mayday.”
And the spike, “I like!”, forgetting the misery, “but I am so pretty.”
Jamie says, Jamie: “best and priceless, my head’s helpless, I'm living so faceless.
No, nobody can really know me, my gun is so friendly, my hate is too…
breezy”. That world is hungry of lousy minds.
If you stay…
Say cause you failed your life,
walk away from mirrors of plague burned
in flames, nobody will care of
yourself, as you stay away from me.
How long will this keep spreading? surrounded by blame and failing.
How long will you be dreaming? As long as you spare, you're dead.
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Concealed Anger
03:21
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Wide awake yet feeling wasted,
I have to live like I just don't care.
I'm spent and I’m faded, life I taste is so overrated.
fake hate, fate break.
deep freak, creep trick.
why try, tied lie?
blur dirt, first hurt me now.
then I walk like a mesmerized angel,
but I know it's a concealed anger.
fake hate, fate break.
deep freak, creep trick.
why try, tied lie?
blur dirt, first hurt.
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From the Panic Room Fribourg, Switzerland
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