Letras:
At The Gates Windows

music, the end of flock kingdom Sheep, you thirst for our insanity Windows, sharp, cold Wrap your psyche in blankets of pain No more light of day We're the windows

Tradução: En las puertas. Windows.

Before they call the cops I rip apart the block I'm in the bathroom Flushing Out the window Hit the back gate Tomorrow Guess what? I'm at the same corner

mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money [Verse 1:] You wanna spray at

butt girls The ones that don't give a fuck "Just-wanna-bust-nut" girls When them feelings involved Now you playin' with fire Gotta let 'em know from the gate

satisfy them at... Saint Peters Gate. Nobody will get through, Nobody not even you, Can escape the judgement day, Nobody will be spared, Heaven is only there, For the ones who satisfy them at

And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh At your lives Windows covered with bars Security guards Is that a house or a fortress? Against the rest of the world Windows

shadow hanging over the valley Total eclipse of the moon Closing up the gates of the city The wind plays a wild storm Don't you put the lock upon the window

build my home My home, this will always be my home I work until it's late Walk in and close the gate I look in the window and I gaze at my face Every