Visceral, flagelo ruge en sed por más y más bulbos sensuales, de miel envenenada, de falsos discursos. Cuando más esperas que amor se defina tan bien. Fracción de tiempo, muerto el sueño, punzón crudo. Sueños, siluetas perdidas, Memorias nocivas, Deseos quemándome. Silencioso maquinar, demacración voraz. Cada vez inflige más la idea de besar. Cuando más esperas que el dolor no calcine tu ser. Fracción de tiempo, siento el miedo tras la luz. *Vuelvo a respirar, en paz, Pasa la nube de tensión mordaz (de infinidad fugaz)* Silencioso maquinar, punzón crudo. Frío eco en el barreal. Eco en el barreal. Truena en gris silencio. Perdido en tempestad, luz entre tus grietas. Truenos dorados, sucio respirar. Grave sonido, escucho al estallar. *Vuelvo a respirar, en paz, Pasa la nube de tensión mordaz (de infinidad fugaz)* Calma dulce al levitar, flotar, Pasa la brisa a refrescar, mi hogar (no hay pretensión de estar) Arde el sol en libertad Caen las hojas, /mirando la soga/entre mis ojos/ cruel morir. Yace el silencio /que vive dentro de mí/que alguna vez sentí/ sutil.

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Ella se sentó, pintura lila cubre el furor Su forma de puñal enciende la tea de sangre y cal Muros blancos de crema densa, Esconden mitos de funda animal, A lo lejos mi estrella muere su polvo desgarra en clamor. Ella se miró, su lienzo de historias apareció, Sintió la sangre y la cal, Colores y millas de gas fractal Muros blancos de crema densa, Esconden mitos de funda animal, A lo lejos mi estrella muere su polvo desgarra en clamor. Al luchar por ver la cima Escombros caen y anhelo estar Como el alce que se ilumina al perderse en su ser.

Cyan for my paradigm, Naive chaos clinched the dots, Empty space blurs our shape, As a clot decays the chord. A graveled walk where no one cares, Disgrace is not god's print, The blame we own know is a choking heritage as we fade. Humanity trapped in daft Is the curse what we've been or done? Polvo cae discreto, Silencio que dobla el tazón, Perfecta es la revelación. Brillo lineal Surte el color/el signo prohibido Campo febril Coros cantan más/coros espero hallar Feeling with decision, Now it's time to decide If the feeling in the soul beneath is worth all the pride, all the hatred inside and the form that it glides, everything written in memories fasten emotions to hide. I want to see the harvest that you reap through your race, can you show me the desires that moved you into the blaze, for the simplest of mentions, of passions, of crashes, depression keep mining the bars, the stars, the cars, the shallow intentions. Keep asking yourself if you're going insane when you cry all your tears in the ashes, of the fire that smashes the dreams you built out from clashes cause sickness relies on those who decide to accept the lies, on those who sell their minds for the price that greed defines. It's all in our minds, all the pressure of time all the bullshit we get taught when we can not even climb, remember your brain was created in space so silently swipe all the pain that the rain has disguised in your life full of grace, now. Your heart is tired of this ridiculous pace cause all it needs to hear is some synth on the bass. And now you have a moment that you wanna repeat, but now it is too late, too busy rushing your feet, cause asking for God to return you the time that you didn't give up to the ones that you mind is like asking for help in the middle of crime like returning the calls to the ones in the hole. So take the chance to feed the moments of gold to warm up all emotions you have hidden in cold, for your soul, your goals, your spirit shall be told where all the essence of the Cosmos comes from, to define the critical core. No one can tell you the person you are, the ocean will never return you so far, admire the beauty, the most crucial duty, eternal obscurity they want you to have. the laws, the loss, the truly cause they want to leave behind. You need to know that happy days is something you can find So tell me, what religion? What you wanna believe? Why can't we accept that difference is a relief? We were not designed to be exactly the same And with this, Jug Bundish is back in the game. Facing, vapid roles entrust his blood, Rousing between heights of heart and mind, He saw and rapidly fought the crime, grasping the jangles that bash his spine. Grito rapaz Rié el azar/nuestro clamor purga Busco el valor en lo que sigo

Nació entre descargas, de dagas que matan y pudren su pancreas, Estafa cruel, un aura sin carne y sin piel, Lo destrozó Lleva rayos, se nutre el tifón, Deja atrás la luna y el tiempo, Olor frutal, que endulza y engaña sin fin cada escuadrón. Inside screams, paralyzed witnesses try to escape and unable to flee, fall victim of the Nisperus, Harsh is the taste, of the fruit that breeds all despair, and ties callow mourners. Trespassers came one night, A banal place testified, One by one ate the bait, Exposing their flaws to the crook. A glass is first, a smile at last, Lighters he gently lends, Heaven and bliss, undeniable As the abyss is their new home. Rotten desires they claim, Pawns return to stay in chain, As the master feeds again their shame.