Idioma Origen:
How many times must i tell you
i will not pretend
will it ever end
guess there's a need to condemn
what i defend
say what you will
in for the kill
i'll stand my ground
at any sacrifice
tearing my heart out
and serve it to you on a plate
bitter to the taste
one bite is all you can take
the rest's thrown away
left on my own
cold as a stone
no matter what you imply
i'll survive at any sacrifice
i'm walking a wasteland
where beauty and truth can't be seen
a never ending game
the world keeps on turning but i
will stay the same
Idioma Destino:
How many times must i tell you
i will not pretend
will it ever end
guess there's a need to condemn
what i defend
say what you will
in for the kill
i'll stand my ground
at any sacrifice
tearing my heart out
and serve it to you on a plate
bitter to the taste
one bite is all you can take
the rest's thrown away
left on my own
cold as a stone
no matter what you imply
i'll survive at any sacrifice
i'm walking a wasteland
where beauty and truth can't be seen
a never ending game
the world keeps on turning but i
will stay the same