En honor a la verdad Aunque la verdad duela Ecko En honor a la verdad aqui la voy a montar El cielo con la mano no lo pueden tapar Que se cuiden, que
翻訳: ヴィーコのC. 名誉のラヴェルダ.
holocausto Muriendo en la desolacion sin posibilidad de salir Destinados a no ser nada No somos quienes pedimos piedad Somos quienes luchamos por la verdad
fruto solo la misma miseria y muerte Los magnates del poder dominan las vidas desde antes de nuestro primer respiro Mientras los demonios se engrandecen a
El dia a dia la vida misma es la destruccion De toda la belleza existente en nuestro alrededor El sometimiento diario para la madre tierra menospreciada
La humanidad encarcelada en esta miserable existencia Personas transformadas en maquinarias de explotacion y destruccion Sometiendo vidas, aniquilando
El cielo llora sobre el mundo tan destruido Marchito y extinto pidiendo una explicacion Rios donde fluye solo contaminacion Defender y proteger nuestra
blood as it comes rushing in Too quickly pumping out from the inside Dripping into patterns strewn across my thigh Each drop spreads and spells a passage
like onions and peppers In a sleeping bag fajitas We could be anything you want The way you're busting out of that wife-beater And I know it's a bit
I'm willing to admit Guilt-ridden for those years Trying to forget from now on, from now on I met her at a show, her dress was stained And her eyes had a
, alright Keep on telling me that time is no enemy A worthless struggle to step back Keep on telling me that time is no enemy A worthless struggle to
If, if you want If you want to be the one that he's thinking of You, you just need, you just need to understand Ah, just turn around, just turn around
can flirt with my best friend Kiss a girl, tell me why you're laughing I won't hold on, I can't hold on to this There's a hole in the trust that we
Accentuated by the mobile dungeon of fluorescence As I fall out of love, this wasn't supposed to happen Not according to you Please don't allow your
arm All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget that I'll soon forget Tell me again that part How you didn't feel a thing that part?
Oh with the color in your eyes a-blaze, sleeping but awake Desperately you're searching for remains to feed that part of you Crawling and scratching,
What started as a crush became an obsession It was the classic path You've taken the weekend home, you're believing That things are somehow getting done
The window fogs from my breath My face pressed up close, up close against Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight And praying for accumulation
