SIN TITULO.

SIN TITULO.

De la falta de amor solo se escupen miedos inciertos
que solo te hacen como la mierda al suelo...
te ensucian, te apestan, te mata...

LIBELULA PREPARANDO ESCAPE II.

UNTITLED...

i don't care about the life,
i don't care about love,
i'don't care about anything,
i only care about my dead soul...

you can hear the voices around your head:
let me kill myself today,
let me go to the graveyard and dig my own,
'cause today i'm living out my time...

can you see my tears???
are lies, i'm weak, i'm dead.
can you smell my dead body???
it's real, it's my own limbs suicides...

NACIMIENTO