Pasos de francotirador
Esclavo de su lista negra
Dominado por un mal camino
Pantallas brillantes
Caras perturbantes
Ego enfurecido
Mente trastornada
Muerto de miedo
Lejos
Dentro de un galpón oxidado
Compra su primer rifle
Pasos de francotirador
Vive su vida
Todo cubierto
Trepa paredes
Practica con su mira
Debilitando su cordura
Día a día
Pasos de francotirador
Mira dura
Y mirada perdida
Débil en su maldad
Prisionero de su herida
Aprieta el gatillo
Libera su ira.
Todos los estúpidos
Tan imberbes como él
Jugaran su juego
Hasta desaparecer
Toda su cordura
Perderá la pelea ancestral
Hasta acabar pisada
Por las botas metálicas del mal
viernes, 23 de julio de 2010
The Last Cowboy
Im falling down
Into the ground
Pouring more drink
On the glass
I am the one
Who one´s choose
To be free
And now Im trapped
Im falling down
Into the ground
Pouring more drink
On the glass
My father was a dirty smack
And his law was all i´ve got
Im falling down
Into the ground
Feeling the lead
Making it´s stab
Im on the floor
Tasting my own blood
And maybe some day
I´ll understand
Im on the floor
Dropping my own blood
And maybe some day
In another life
I´ll be a smarter man
Into the ground
Pouring more drink
On the glass
I am the one
Who one´s choose
To be free
And now Im trapped
Im falling down
Into the ground
Pouring more drink
On the glass
My father was a dirty smack
And his law was all i´ve got
Im falling down
Into the ground
Feeling the lead
Making it´s stab
Im on the floor
Tasting my own blood
And maybe some day
I´ll understand
Im on the floor
Dropping my own blood
And maybe some day
In another life
I´ll be a smarter man
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