The feather was once part of the wing And strongest eyes were once part of him Would I be forced? Would I be cursed? I´m run out of wisdom The same as them No matter where you came from Your dizzy head Should not be there And now you´ll pay de consequences Oh Oh The feather was once part of the wing And strongest eyes were once part of him

Sinners have to be kind The way they used to avoid The way to ascend the sun Sinners touch the stars Sinners have to be kind and the world is for us Sinners have to be kind. The sin is on you Should they look like your kind? I think they´re so close Should they have to be tied? I think you are One, two three. They have some tricks you don´t They scratch the ground, some people down below Four, five, six. The mortal sins are dope You never expected this low regret Sinners used to be popes And they were never judge Why the se have been judged? Their sins are growing fast Sinners have to be kind and the world is for us Sinners have to be kind. The sin is on you Maybe they are just blind so they can´t find you Or maybe they are just hurt so they can´t love One, two three. They have some tricks you don´t They scratch the ground, some people down below Four, five, six. The mortal sins are dope You never expected this low regret Tons of dirt trapping my legs. It´s so hot Tons of dirt trapping my sins. It´s so hot Tons of dirt trapping my legs. It´s so hot Tons of dirt trapping my sins. It´s so hot Sin is so hot Sin is so hot Sin is so hot Sin is so hot

See the flying sun, mane of golden hair Dunes of silk and boats made by stone hands Pierce the sands, the blood spreads slowly Stain, you erode my heart. I see my own death These things I want the most They´re usually one step farther from my My reach is to crush the ground Heck yeah, I´m an anger dog and I´m Roaming, roaming, roaming, roam at night to find a victim of my Charming, charming, charming forms and now the blood will dye my hands tonight See the flying sun, the only witness From north to south the skies are getting higher Constructs that turn confused. The shaman harvest They drank the black-thick moon with pain and violence These things I want the most They´re usually one step farther from my My reach is to crush the ground Heck yeah, I´m an anger dog and I´m Roaming, roaming, roaming, roam at night to find a victim of my Charming, charming, charming forms and now the blood will dye my hands tonight Oh oh on the transmittal Oh oh I don´t hear a sound On my hands I hold the knife Just to bleed, so impersonal Oh oh my sick friend Oh oh why do you stab the sin? Patient swears that he's not a swan Patient swears mind is solid drawn Yes

It´s based on a true story that I found Infamous actress have performed the leading role The rest of staff were listed in order of appearance Directed by an old jackal that wears a mask ... It´s based on a true story that I found Infamous actress have performed the leading role The rest of staff were listed in order of appearance Musicians have been never found Then I realize what if we´re not alive And when I sleepwalk what if I don´t discern Then I realize what if we´re not alive And when I sleepwalk what if I don´t discern Empty-bark tree Throws wounded seeds From It sharped limbs Knows where the field is weak Drown the stem into the brambles Water it with milk and cut it Then I realize what if we´re not alive And when I sleepwalk what if I don´t discern Then I realize what if we´re not alive And when I sleepwalk what if I don´t discern Locusts full of seeds Pests in cornfields Stem won´t grows up here When I was born was nothing Drown the stem into the brambles Water it with milk and cut it Then I realize what if we´re not alive And when I sleepwalk what if I don´t discern Then I realize what if we´re not alive And when I sleepwalk what if I don´t discern And the bloom will never sing a song The rest of flowers are crying loud The cactus priest will head he wake There´s nothing written on its will Its parents received their condolences How many seasons will suffering last? Mother never smiled again Father would at least killed itself It´s based on a true story that I found Infamous actress have performed the leading role The rest of staff were listed in order of appearance Directed by an old jackal that wears a mask It´s based on a true story that I found Infamous actress have performed the leading role The rest of staff were listed in order of appearance Musicians have been never found

It has become necessary I face the light of the campfire It burns my tears and heat my body but does it really heat inside of? Throught the flames of the campfire I see the spark under the fire Cause now I´m on my final hours I understand that still standing Don goes to heaven like an owl Waiting for Waiting for Don has the essence needed to come off across the dust across the dust Don remains on earth no matter what But he doesn´t know he doesn´t know Don goes to heaven like an owl Waiting for Waiting for

Between the air and consciousness leads the dream A hanging head. Holds the rest a dying man Greed Made Love And excess It´s how it seems. I think he´s on a twisted spell I can´t see his face. Surrounded by a rope. His neck Deserved Ills Don´t last Enough Sickman is tired of feeling so alone Stigmas. The body was nailed into the cross Symptoms. The fever was caused by the shot Sickman and nothing else, nothing else In your eyes Ignorance In your eyes Hypnotize Sickman is tired of feeling so alone Healer won´t find a hole onto his heart It looks like disease wasn´t such a withe lie Sickman and nothing else, nothing else In your eyes Ignorance In your eyes Hypnotize Don´t make a sound they are resting beside Or maybe there´s something that sleeps on your mind Uh, Uh

¡Espectros! ¡Leones sedientos, con espadas blandidas! ¡Dejad de putearme! ¿Y tú? Eres el más grande Haces que bailemos a la distancia prudencial de los espejos mas en tu informe rostro intuyo la sonrisa del buitre Ya decía yo: Me olía a metálico desde el primer llanto del Sol ¿Muerte? Familiar, ¡nunca hipócrita! Siempre que se ha presentado me hallaba yo confuso, infantil, ante la vida y sus mil y una flores, asiéndome, todavía, torpemente a sus colores, y el silencio de quienes te conocían otorgaba ¡Visita final! ¡Se acabó el huerfanito! Ya tus sombras, eficientes, han escrito el punto final como un torbellino de polillas Este ha sido el espectáculo de mi vida, el circo de mis pasiones, la vergüenza de mi posteridad Mi ejecución cierra otro episodio más de la inmoralidad, pesada losa que solo existe porque existe humanidad Cada día me aquejaban mis acciones pasadas alejadas, por el miedo de mi lenguaje Hoy, más que nunca, me son próximas, y la niebla, sin futuro, las desagua por un mismo punto; que lleva a la nada Muere un ridículo punto de la ridícula esperanza de la, ya sabes, ridícula humanidad ¿Qué podría haber hecho? Yo no lo pedí: se me llevó por derroteros de labilidad, imbecilidad; de querer ser pastor, ejemplo a seguir, con la potestad que creía otorgarme reconocer el dolor de mi profundidad Una vida contra la sobriedad pero, a su vez, fugitiva de la locura Y, para los tiempos, no queda nada más que el enésimo ejemplo de la desazón que las gentes fraguan desde que se reconocen ¿He buscado desde mí para mí! ¡No me habéis dado ni la oportunidad para hacerlo y ya me la estáis quitando! ¡جاهلية‎! ¿Puede ser de otra manera? ¡Qué importa entonces, lo que soy! Nada más que palabras que me son propias Flatus vocis, un hilo, perdido bajo este estertor, corpóreo, pesado Quizás debí ser, simplemente, artífice; dispuesto desde que nací, hecho a la consciencia y palabra, a la historia ¡جاهلية‎! Ahora solo queda la máscara tallada por la oclocracia de las miradas ¡He sido lo que he sido y eso no se irá jamás! ¡En esta síntesis, soy todo yo! ¡Mátenme y súfranme! ¡Sufran la eternidad de mi imposible transformación! ¡En su justicia no han encontrado más que el sempiterno pecado! ¡Han escrito en la tinta del tiempo la peor de las sentencias, por y para un delincuente barato! ¡Tiemblen las nalgas de Daws! No necesito despedirme de nadie He amado, sí: y aquí estoy, solo De mi verbo me espanté hasta para hablar el amor Para quien más quise y más me entregué, de su juego de roles, sexual, adolescente, fui partícipe, sin ser consciente durante cada uno de sus meses A quien más quise querer me quiso amar, sí: y luego quiso amar a otros por igual Me muero, y conmigo mis secretos mis más extrañas reflexiones mis más profundos sentimientos; se irán, para siempre, anónimos. Para mis amigos, uno más del grupo, ¡bien lo pasamos! ¡Polvo! Nada que el vasto desierto no sepa engullir en su inerte eternidad No nos demoremos más, fantasma raro La respuesta que muriendo me es útil es el horror que nos es propio del que aquí, en este fin, me sé representante para mí mismo; el valor que tuvo mi vida Acabe esta danza terminal que, mudamente, prolongas Ya sé: no habrá ojos que a mis flaquezas se vuelvan No hay arco iris, nunca lo ha habido Somos nacidos en pecado y así nos matan, latido a latido Que mi ejecución sea ejemplo, pues, de nuestra culpa eterna

Is this the size of a heart? It´s small Isn't It like the weight of a feather? In the name of sandstorms they come For him Build a hole where a snake can sneak itself It´s fair Never trust on words of shape deformed They change Never lend your heart to them Eventide, in days of yore Thou spake With thy father´s tongue Thy entourage shows kind of faith Forward The ones art condemned They crawl under your feet, yeah Fossils that command the earth Graceful death petrifies your rancid mouth, Yeah They talk and talk and talk from other side, Hell I heard they come to enjoy the summertime, Well I recommend you to grab your mind Eventide, in days of yore Thou spake With thy father´s tongue Thy entourage shows kind of faith Forward The ones art condemned Rewind -Wind -Wind -Wind ….

He slept out in the open On tiles and embroidered silks Who knows who's waiting inside You simply have to ask But nevermind The essence of body If wounds, wounds Kill to reborn Some people come to announce "I hate when they don't rethink" There's only vomit inside On tiles and embroidered silks But nevermind The essence of body If wounds, wounds Kill to reborn But nevermind The essence of body If wounds, wounds Kill to reborn

There's a path upon my skin That goes down my own ant's chest Gives the beat of my dusty heart It's not enough, the valves are blocked And I'm falling down Falling down Falling down Falling down Down the hill I’m rolling back Now the stars are gettin dark Empty noise in the skies above Fading shapes surrounding me Im rolling back rolling back Corpo de balsa, sintes a túa mente afogando nas aguas Xa sei, xa sei Isto é o final, ailalalá Nikh nikh, xeómetra Sopleiche a dor Adeus á cor

Sometimes the ones that bloom at night are great Sometimes the ones that bloom at night are great Sometimes the ones that bloom at night are great Sometimes the ones that bloom at night are great