: Mirame, estoy alli, siempre a tu lado, Nada hay que temer, Extrano... no, no, no es extrano Sienteme... estoy asi, bebiendo tu llandot, En copas de
: Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul Bring us closer to the flame that guides us home
: Ever since the day that I was made I?ve been deciding the end And I was made of wood and stone and won?t diminish or bend So when the heavy hand of
: These eyes, they will gaze and reflect And gauge every thought I reject No sway of stance in changing times Just a narrow mind commanding respect We
: Through the clouds of fallen ash, A lonely mother?s cry Among the fields of broken glass The loyal few will arise Faith now regained Finding strength
: We flow with bitter words that file sharp our teeth And we bite off our own tongues We trample any trace of your divinity?s hope And we sacrifice our
: So now you?re suffering the fallacy of what you said When you uncover the depression from where you?ve tread Breathe over the glass you wrote on Swallow
: Bow down- before the god of cash The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast No foundation for the frame by which you set your mind Just a legacy
: There you stood in disbelief, Trying all you could to se through these lies And every word that I could breathe, Would you find more inclined to leave
: I don?t belong here I never saw this on the path I walk The blood-stained walls, the lines of chalk on the floor It?s getting so hard I never saw the
: Time has had it's way with me. My broken tired hands cant build a thing. The wires that have held me still embedded now in flesh to find my will. The
: All hail the newborn sin Reject the boundaries and soak the cancer in Hope kills the filth you crave So bleed the truth out and fall into that grave
: [Written by Theodore B. Parsons and Thomas Michael Victor (C) SONY/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)] Nothing breeds more contempt for this world Than memories
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: A veces siento deseos de amor y a menudo no puedo beber para esa hora busque una cancion con la que me entretengo la sed Tiene delirios de la tradicion
: Me decidoa tararearte todo lo que se te extrana, desde el siglo en que partiste hasta el largo dia de hoy. Me acompano de guitarra, porque yo no se
: Al amanecer algunos ojos ya eran de la oscuridad y huyeron hacia las tiniebas del ayer con un punado de semillas por sembrar con un punado de promesas
: Mi lecho esta tendido, me has hecho un gran favor, pero en el sitio en que estaba dormido no encontre mi corazon. ?Donde me lo quitaste? ?Que has