miércoles, marzo 21, 2007

Sin titulo...

¡Los Muertos Reviven!

¿O es que nunca murieron realmente?

¿O sera que tengo dedos de profeta?

Decepcion...

Compasion...

Alivio...

Y ese feo sentimiento que te hace sentir bien cuando algo malo le pasa a alguien... (Del cual no estoy orgulloso y mucho menos feliz)

¿Como definirlo?


Ya no importa.

NADA IMPORTA.

martes, marzo 13, 2007

Get Away!!!!

What I feel is real
What I do is the truth
When I drink I can't think
When I use I need more
When you're weak I can't speak
Close your eyes and taste this wine
The cork removed less purified

I throw away everything that you say
Erase everything that you think

What I feel it's a sin
Tell the truth do not lie
Make a wish won't come true
One way streets one track mind
Open up and see the light
One-million ways to hipnotize

I throw away everything that you say
Erase everything that you think
Erase everything that you think

Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
You throw it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
You throw it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
You throw it all away

Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
Piss it Piss it all away
You throw it all away
Throw it all away

Why'd you run away
Why'd you go run away
Piss it Piss it all away
Throw it all away, Yeah
Piss it and throw it all away
You throw it all away



Get Away...

I want you far far away!

Don't want to see you anymore!

Get away and never return!

Go... Go NOW!

Take everything you did and throw it all away the same you did with my love!

GET AWAY!