jueves, 31 de marzo de 2011

Chica Reptil

Ella se desliza
Sigilosamente

Como un reptil

Ella se desliza
Sigilosamente

Como un reptil

Y a mi no me engaña
Yo ya la conozco
A mi no me engaña

Es un reptil

Que cara bonita
Que ojos vacíos
Que cara bonita

Chica reptil!

Y si me quiere
Encontrar
Sabe muy bien
Donde buscar
Lo que no sabe
Es lo que tengo atrás
Es una pierna
Que la va a patear!

Mira como cae
En su propio juego
Mira como cae

La chica reptil

Se acabó su juego
En mis propias manos
Su juego perverso!

De chica reptil!
Yeeh!

viernes, 25 de marzo de 2011

Fevered Hard View

Saw you the other day
So sunken in decay
I guess I wish I
Never
Met you.

Give my self another round
Couse Im about to begin
This is the life that fits
Into the fevered hard view.

Please don´t touch again
Stay far from me
And on your way
Couse now Im about to dismiss
Every chance I have.

Give my self another round
Couse Im about to begin
This is the life that fits
Into my fevered hard view.

And don´t you try to buy
Anything from me
Couse you are gonna end up
Broken.

And Im not worry about
I got the wisdom to choose
The view of your eyes
Brouncing into my silver glass

Automatic condition
Of good old isolation
A cience fiction movie
Of a one mind ticket ride.

Si give my self another round
Couse Im about to begin
This is the life that fits
Into the fevered hard view.
Yeah!
Fevered hard view

domingo, 20 de marzo de 2011

Recuerdo Reptil

La jungla se está
Comiendo a mi mujer
Y yo que es lo que puedo hacer.
Sentado en mi trono
Lustrando mi pistola.

El suelo es gris
Y el cielo es violeta
En este holocausto
Sangriento y mental.

A Copy Of The Ticket

There´s the kid in the corner
Sitting down every night
Hanging out
Drinking beer
Planning all relaxed
Making a stand

There´s that Pretty looking girl
Fighting from inside
Looking strangly for her
Everything from above.

There are four guys
Laughing in a bar
Making a fine team
Far from the linolium scene
Of that little soft asshole regime.

There´s a water fountain
Where nobody wash any sin.

There´s an old broken mirror
An old broken screen

And then in creation
The energy frows
Turning the skies
Turning the curvature of the nearests streets.
And the doomed get crazy
Some of them setting free
And the assholes scrath there heads
Until some little spark of light start to burn up there brains.

That´s something like the way
Of the ones
That just need to be
Allways on a trip.

martes, 1 de marzo de 2011

Cold blooded home 2

Take a firm step
Don´t let it brake
Put everything in that room
And set a good fire now

For this is not the time
To fall on that again
For this is not the way
You want your soul to act.

Let the master rise,
Into those silver skies
Kick the screen again
Dont let it be on no more.

Main road
High speed
Far away
From that tender part.

Hard boots
Booze mouth
And the master firmely rules
That paranoid land