Idioma Origen:
Darling,
stop confusing me,
with your wishful thinking.
Hopeful embraces.
Don't you understand?
I've to go through this,
I belong here where no cares and no one loves.
No light, no air to live in.
A place called hate'
the city of fear.
Death!
I play dead.
Stops the hurting
I play dead.
The hurting stops.
Sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up, inside my private tortures.
I nestle into pain.
Hug suffering.
Cares every aches!
Death!
I play dead.
I play dead.
I play dead.
I play dead.
Idioma Destino:
Darling,
stop confusing me,
with your wishful thinking.
Hopeful embraces.
Don't you understand?
I've to go through this,
I belong here where no cares and no one loves.
No light, no air to live in.
A place called hate'
the city of fear.
Death!
I play dead.
Stops the hurting
I play dead.
The hurting stops.
Sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up, inside my private tortures.
I nestle into pain.
Hug suffering.
Cares every aches!
Death!
I play dead.
I play dead.
I play dead.
I play dead.