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lento no se sabe que reclama Las palabras de florian Fueron tan puras que lo hicieron levitar El muerto, oeo El muerto, oeo El muerto, oeo Muerto en
espiritu que viva una eternidad Flores de muerto mira donde acabare Y si te quise eso fue aller Flores secas Flor de muerto Hoy estuve sobre ti mas
la la la la la la la A donde van? ah ah ah Adonde van? Los muertos! se van a dar la vuelta a el mundo el destino es vagabundo se van volando como buos
Here in this dream world Await for the real world I wait with the living I know you'll return soon To guide me The bright calavera(skull) Smiles down
, Compras a los reyes y Tu brillo siempre atrae... Es el mejor No se si estoy, vivo o muerto No se si estoy, vivo o muerto Es posible que eso sea sue
alcanzar Enfermo estoy, quiero salir de aqui Ayudame, quiero salir de aqui Una desgracia es mi infinito Es el infierno en que cai Soy el no muerto,
ías Los poetas han muerto a nadie importan sus versos Los poetas han muerto Se marchitan las rosas Que un tiempo sus lagrimas Regaron para ti Los poetas han muerto
I stood by somebody else and then I stood by you I couldn't move my legs, I didn't know what to do I fail to find the words, I try hard to be cool I die
I took a walk in the park, the bluest blue in the sky Until my legs gave out I sat on a bridge and died And when they covered my eyes there wasn't a soul
I've just erased, it's been a while I've got a world for sale And now I walk away from it, it's better done secret I never mouthed those words away, I
Turn out the light And lay here and wait with half closed eyes You would scare most with your presence It's your complexion if that's what it's called
I pour salt in your wounds and you don't even flinch I sharpen my nails to give you a pinch My pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse You're so dead
Go, alright We walk it straight and narrow We take this path straight to hell We want a quick solution We put ourselves inside a pill Damnation, salvation
Hey mom, concerned with what I've become Suicidal maybe, satanic maybe On drugs, on and off and back on I'm an enigma, I'm pissed off at everything and
You won't realize I'm venomous You'll fall ill after hearing this I can't think straight, I'll mix you up No recipe, no formula I'm like a chainsaw,
We feel sick, broken down Drug ourselves, underground No one cares, we curse you all We curse ourselves in hopes we fall Friday night and I made the
While you skip the night, I stay up till 5 We may meet again when semester ends So with all my might, I sit down to write Here lies precious pen, failure