Intro
Howling breaks the silence Vultures and the spiders Footsteps on the roof And that's not nearly all Wolves are close behind us They're always breathing
Llevo mucho tiempo /esperando este momento pero... (no, no te puedo matar) tu cara que se rie / tus ojos que no quieren decir nada en especial (no, no
Pasaba muy mal no queria mas su esposa lo enganaba y el se comenzo a enfermar Se mato se mato creo que se mato si, creo que se mato Estaba como loco el
doll squad's at the drive-in it's 1973 the fruit is full and fat this year on the orange trees which grow in clusters the city sixty miles away as the
Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides But I fear he?s lower than before Though he's stronger than he looks He?s made of feathers
Cutting my flesh like surgical steel, breaking and crashing my dreams and my words. I bled with with no ending, I know there's no cure for the pain you
Walking with not a place to go, our eyes fixed before our feet. We're flowing towards the sound ouf our last breath. We are the children of this winter
Dust is all you left, I know you can't hold true, I know you were too weak. Showing smiles, judging on words, never living a real life, you burnt your
You wanted more than I could ever give, my blood was not enough, you let your ego consume our dream and the person I used to share it all with. Countless
we will realize one day we lost all of our dreams. The clouds of our shiny future already went black and everytime I saw your eyes and stood in silence I killed
You run your mouth, but no one is listening, we just don't fucking care. Too many times we've been waiting for answers or questions, too many times you
Say goodbye to all the words we used to live our life by and to all the vaulues that were just our world. I won't be crying after your memory, I won'
I'll see what's real! We'll keep on trying to see through all of your lies. Through all of your nonsense words. You can change the truth and try to sell
Values never last, people never last, you chose to walk another path, you chose to turn your back on me and now you're begging for my time. I still have
What will you chose to bring with you, when you'll be under those six feet of pain? All of your gaining now means nothing, was it worth a living, was
I had no heart enough. But now everything turned the way I always supposed to, everything changed and now it's your fault, not mine. You're the vulture
