sábado, 11 de julho de 2009


The worst thing in feel alone in just the fear
The darkness surround my soul
Won't let me escape
The red eyes, desolated soul, emblaze life
But everything I say in a gross and sober way,
It's: "I can't sleep my eyes don't close anymore,
I'm feeling finished"
My soul is purified, zombies surround me all the time
Weak and solitaries souls, with no mercy,
Lost in the immensity of darkness

Chorus=
That is how I feel
Don't deny,- my way disturb too many
-That's make me only one
Will I be remembered?
Will I leave my mark?
Even stained by blood?
Pioneer blood , in the purified
Recognized by the dead
Abandoned in any mausoleum
There will be a moment of compassion?

The worst thing in felt alone in just the fear
Can't wash me , inexplicable feeling
Want to have my moment
Moment of pain, bravery , will I be recognized?

Eyes distant from real, subjective thoughts
Live in a imaginary world, it's what make me alive
That gives me strength to go on my way
Try to understand myself , I scream to everyone
But encapsulate in the dark night , I can't scream
Souls that won't let me rest
in the blood cross , theykill me again without trace

Chorus=
That is how I feel
Don't deny,- my way disturb too many
-That's make me only one
Will I be remembered?
Will I leave my mark?
Even stained by blood?
Pioneer blood , in the purified
Recognized by the dead
Abandoned in any mausoleum
There will be a moment of compassion?

In a sign of vulnerability I perceive
My life make no sense, my body is shaky
My soul finished
I will die alone, knowing nobody will notice
But I can be mistaken
Living in illusions ,
Illusions that I sustain until the day I give up,
And everything end, end, end.


By: Candy Cherry

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