My thumb bled over the envelope
as I had already ripped the seal...
My world is a living roller coaster
At times I feel like I'm not wanted anywhere...
Once again the gates have opened.
the red river flows again...
Shallow phrases flow from us.
But what is deep...
La vida es una jaula no es otro que la muerte
La venganza de la furia...
Its over, Im done..
Everything has come Undone...
Suffer again... is there no end?
a vision of red and my eyes cant see...
The beak of winter is
filled with snowy residue...
As the gunslinger sings out against his own...
Doing a double time to get his grave dug he finds...
Sitting shackled, waiting to fight for his...
He escapes and walks in the shadows for fear he is...
I'M ASHAMED OF WHOM IVE BECOME
I HAVE LIED AND DECEIVED MYSELF...
My eyes look back, a foreign gaze carelessly...
Have I ever looked upon the faces of the vast...