duela. Esperar es esperar, Esperar desesperar.... Esperando que alguien Llame para hablarte de algo, Esperando que alguien haga algo.... Lo unico que haces Es esperar
(Andrea Chimenti / David Sylvian) One leaf in the forest fell One cry in the night One life lived under branches Where even the shadows are bright
Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These
Slave to my job the wage the paycheck. A noose of dollar bills on every newborn, from the nursery to the grave. Sick of being nailed to a social security
Every 24 hours another nail in my fucking coffin. Alienated at birth. Buried separate from every mass grave. When will it end? No one can answer that
No loyalty among thieves. You drowned me when the levee broke. Inside of my head the dead walk the earth disguised as human garbage asking for their
I see its face when I close my eyes head cocked to the left. Mouth open and unmerciful. Those were my last words. All of them. You swallowed them whole
I held your shit in my hands. An entire world of possibilities I don't speak of anymore. A horizon as red as her hair color and as black as her shit
A crimson pool dries in the Palms of my hands 1,000 Sleepless nights, 26 Worrisome years i've Bared my teeth And sunk them into the Flesh of my enemy
A bouquet of flowers made from self pity the colors of the halo. I choke on gasoline. On the soles of my feet every color of the earth on fire. A world
The smeared shit on their skin so they could blend in at night I can hear them howling. I can feel their footsteps all over my soft spots. Years of degeneration
Larvae for me to choke on. I will find you child on your breast. Choking on my name spitting out the taste of apples in a garden of shit Remove the
You have no pride, no sense of friendship. Thank you for nothing. I regret hearing your word. As false as the priest you condemn. A hand a gun the word
I tear you apart and wear the remains I will never stop because wounds will never stop spreading a great big fucking scab I pick myself apart I have
They took everything from us with the strength of an iron curtain pulled over my fucking face. The face of justice beaten and raped. Pig blood stains
She still feels his touch in the breeze, not forgetting Photographs play out memories in her mind, this boy cries out mother with arms wide And every
In an age of corruption and despair We search for the healing hands life Dreams are not as they used to be Thousands of lies destroyed my will to carry
Time has got by And I'm [??] Take a dollar for the crows and Throw coins in his beak Sounds, slide of coin Slight of name Then I'll meet you at
