Traducció: Martin Grech. Dalí.
: The sun goes down on the horizon Like ashes over embers The day's light has gone The stars appear like diamonds In the teary eyes of the bastard son
: This is how it begins With the slow decay Then a knife to the wrist There to put you away Ohh This is how it ends With the birth of death And all
: Bite down on cables and choke on the wires. Crowded headroom. Lock me away. I'm not insane. A feeding frenzy. A box for my appetite. Strobe
: The closer you get The faster it runs Never catch up with yourself
: Delicate Heavenly kissed Elixir Tender to full lips Laced with honey Poised and moist Tongue of the universe Corpus light Butter through knife Day
: And came back from one More than others And deepened on the pulling of strings And the tying of knots Fell soon for one thing then another And become
: taste of purest roses you cut me and it feels good i felt the breath of stigma like every little boy should first comes alchemy then comes loyal
: At last asleep Silently out to say I'm at peace I'm at peace Let me please Enjoy This bliss This bliss
: I am lonely Burn slowly by choice Plane crash kills you Burn slowly to ashes Collective praying For loved ones who've fallen Correcting mistakes Bad
: I’m the coil unfolding screwed back up I’m the flower unfurling, buttercup Fill it up to a bursting Fill it up I’m the bridge that is breaking under
: I am ill I am deathly ill and white I am sick again I am ill I am sick of being ill Up, up, up Down, give up Make it stop I am ill I am deathly ill
: Foolish father Saw Heaven Kissed the hand Presented Bury me now Lay me on the salt line Spine against ground Bury me now Roots run deep Foundations
: An ocean's stare wells up in the ???? The moon bows its head in respect to the sunrise The wind's delicate breath is playing with the tide And all
: Listen, listen to silence I can't hear with the lights down In here the air never felt so thick Sinking into the floor I'm fighting, I'm fighting
: I seek medical attention for the disease in my blood. Cancer bed is sucking thoughts from out my head and back through the walls. Breathing in infection
: the son can see through his lies and his cold black heart he shoots the stars and parks the cars he is a lonely soul he's sorry he's sorry he fills
: Person, where do you go? Jewels and gems won't steal themselves Where are you? Where are you? Notorious The two of us Hypocrite, turn into me You
