Herederos de guerra

Y usó su arma
Por fuera de sus pantalones
Para que todo el mundo
Podrido, tema

Y sobrevoló ciudades
Al ras de los edificios
Ametrallando calaña

Y gritó fuego
Sumergido en agua
Ahogando culpables
Hacinados en acorazados

Las medallas relucen
Festejando el dolor
Alentando la muerte

El ego acaricia
El fruto dorado
De su mayor avaricia
Su mirada contempla
Edificios en llamas
Y su cabeza aloja
Prisioneros del pánico
Volando en pedazos.

Historias anónimas
De buenos soldados
Empleados de fábricas del futuro
Condenados armados
Cañerías repletas de sangre.

The lost song

Your where there
Crying your pain out
In the low side of the road.

You cross them
The ones that you consider
You thought you were like that
An expensive mistake

But that´s the way
Some of us learn
Throw your self
Into the deepest darkest pit
Make your self sick
Running in fright
Pulling the trigger
Of the animals guns

You saw those hard ass
You played with there rules
You knew they were cowards
And in sickness
One cold summer morning
You pull your bowie knife
And stabbed one of them to death.

And now there you are
Sitting in a couch
Pouring a little whiskey
Trying to start again.

Colt 45
No longer in you hand
Cold blooded heart
Refuse to feel love
You are the lost
All on your own
Without a comfortable road.

In the hit of battle we were made

You are exited again, couse you know what you are gonna do to me. Play the victim, against the wall. While my hands strangle you, while your crotch starts to shiver in pleasure. It´s the way they teach you, or the way you learn, to treat a man that want to possess you. You give the sing, army girl. You want me to feel like a sinner, so without guilt you can sink me in hell. I don´t know why, but I can´t resist. I want just a little taste, surrender battle reffugee. And there is a war beetween you and me, fightting naked, pulling the trigger, moaning in pleasure and screaming in pain.


Blusshed cheeks
Hiding the reptile.
Army girl
We are in battle now.