Letras:
Crase

Tradução: Crase. ¡No lo sé ... lo sé.

: [Instrumental]

: Where do we go from failure? There's no way but up from here. Your morals can't help me now. This time, there's no room for dissonance. Why do we ask

: I've built walls around me. I've surrounded myself with everything that's gotten me here. But I'm tired of apologizing, and I'm tired of running from

: Picture a parade of mannequins: ivory white. Straight black ties to harden crooked spines: single file. Holes for eyes as useless as 2000 yrs of evolution

: I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards, and your words are just words. I'm afraid to die in Staten Island, I can't lie to you. But

: We stand alone warmed by the light that reflects in your eyes I feel inside an emotional storm and a heart like a sky this moment takes to somewhere

I am a product I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games I'm a glossy package on the market shelf My contents aren't fit for human consumption

You're a precious stone You're out on your own You know everyone in the world But you feel alone Daddy won't let you weep Daddy won't let you ache Daddy