domingo, 19 de junio de 2011

Pig soaked in soup of crime
It is a pain of the children whom you murdered
Hate yourself

In the maze without an end...
Why do you still breathe?

La imagen de una realidad
que se retuerce bajo los escombros,
en lo más profundo de todo.

The invisible wall.

Lo más terrible de todo son la soledad,
odio,
celos,
ansiedad,
y la nada que floreció en tu rostro sin expresión.

The invisible wall.

Cubrir esta desastrosa escena,
parece que el azul cielo está riéndose
de la irracionalidad de ello.


In the maze without an end...
Ahogándote en tus errores...
In the maze without an end...
Why do you still breath?

Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.


In the bottom of the dark, dark sea
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.


Continua compensando...
and die

Pig soaked in soup of crime

In the maze without an end...
Ahogándote en tus errores...
In the maze without an end...
Why do you still breath?
......................Hate yourself

Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.


In the bottom of the dark, dark sea
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.

El amor paso desapercibido
en un solitario desfile


Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.

In the bottom of the dark, dark sea
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.
Sorrow made you.


Continua compensando...and die

In the maze without an end...
In the maze without an end...
In the maze without an end...
Why do you still breathe?