: Oh God, if there ever was a God, my soul If I ever had a soul, bring forth This unilateral condition Resando que siempre Me des resolution Recompose
or giving in This is war? Then I swear that Im not giving up or giving in Giving up This is war Society is a loaded weapon No one is exempt from the
: It's too bad that you have made mistakes. Too bad that I cannot relate. When all else fails When all else fades. I kept my way through bitter days (
: You will never learn to stop falling down Unless you learn to stand up without shutting up You will never learn to start speaking up Unless you learn
: Clench my fist tight Make you act right Si tu te piensas que tu gannas Piensa otra ves Walk on thin ice Treed these fine lines Los sentimientos que
: We are not the same. I am not to blame. Cause you've rearranged the truth. You just suffocate. While I medicate. When I wipe the slate I'm done with
: Untie these ropes around my neck Still i'm dropping to my knees So conscious smiling discontent Affecting lo que pienso de ti (what I think of you)
: Why? Is everything starting to crumble? And all of my wrong was forgiven. I ask you why? I ask you who? Gave you the will to recover. When all of our
for Cause im burying my sins I'm a prisoner and waiting I'm drowning within When the world is all im hating This is my hell We conform from underground
: Red rain is coming down red rain red rain is pouring down pouring down all over me I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream I cannot make
: I will feel so blessed This kid of mine (Mine) Even was this water Has turned to wine (Wine) I will feel the Pleasure, my wounds are sick (Sick) So
These scars I wear I'm bearing. Untie the reasons That keep me restrained. This is the season, The season of hate. So! I fear in no-one, Nothing can
that this is your nothing You can't erase it I speak expecting some connection While hosting your deception Of what will never be Well the one part that
Clench my fist tight Make you act right Si tu te piensas que tu gannas Piensa otra ves Walk on thin ice Treed these fine lines Los sentimientos que me
We are not the same. I am not to blame. Cause you've rearranged the truth. You just suffocate. While I medicate. When I wipe the slate I'm done with
Untie these ropes around my neck Still i'm dropping to my knees So conscious smiling discontent Affecting lo que pienso de ti (what I think of you) Hasta
I will feel so blessed This kid of mine (Mine) Even was this water Has turned to wine (Wine) I will feel the Pleasure, my wounds are sick (Sick) So confused
