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Basura
03:13
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Estoy carne sin alma,
una asqueroza mujer,
egoista y corrupta,
te voy a manipular .
Mi vida és insana,
necesito mi cura
de sexo y de droga
sino te voy a matar.
Estoy una basura,
que puede cantar y andar;
me voy a tirar en el piso
delante de todo el mundo!
Estoy una basura,
podrida enfermedad;
me voy a tirar en el piso
delante de todo el mundo!
Estoy enojada
contre la tierra entera
y nunca hablo a nadie
quiero gritar sin parar.
No créo en el diablo,
no créo en un dios,
créo en la locura
de ésta sociedad infecta
Estoy una basura,
podrida enfermedad;
me voy a tirar en el piso
delante de todo el mundo!
Estoy enojada
contre la tierra entera
y nunca hablo a nadie
quiero gritar sin parar.
Tengo clamidia,
tengo el sida,
soy una bacteria con salmonela,
herpés de la boca,
la vulva roja,
gonorréa todo el dìa,
soy una basura.
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Dragon
03:43
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Behold the dragon, for he’s the son of Jupiter,
Chemical blood, corroded skin, he’s taming thunder.
Down faller, he’s chasing beasts and adventure.
Burnt lungs, crushed liver, he keeps on blowing harder.
But she’s running water, he’ll never get her.
She’s staring at his gloom, she won’t be his saviour.
Fire marquis bathed in kerosene, untamed creature,
He spits fire, coughs louder, and breathes harder.
He’s lived faster, burnt quicker… he’ll fade sooner.
Soon he’ll stumble on the rocks, and fall into the river…
Fueled by chaos, caught in bright flames,
He keeps on roaring fire, his life can’t be vain.
Washed away dragon, on his bed of stone,
Burning veins, blown out flame left on his own.
But she’s running water, he’ll never get her.
She’s staring at his gloom, she won’t be his saviour.
Mourn the dragon, for he’s been tossed away by Jupiter,
Night screamer,
Fighter and kick-hunter,
WAS he a survivor?
Mourn the dragon,
For now he’s left alone by the river,
For he has lost his flame
Down by the water.
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Picket Fence
03:00
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Running on these rocky roads
My hand's sliding down a picket fence.
Stubborn child, ignoring the signs:
“DON’T PLAY WITH THE PICKET FENCE”
Barbed-wire fence that cuts my hands,
Picket hands that play defense...
“Girl, keep your distance,
Don’t play near this fence”.
This picket fence,
That playful fence,
Don’t touch the fence,
Don’t cross the fence!
You nasty sticky picket tease,
You tricked me, you scratched my knees,
You tripped me, you bruised my face,
You lost me, you broke my faith.
“I didn’t mean to cause offence”,
Muttered the playful fence,
“I just wanted us to be friends”,
Just playing dirty little games.
This picket fence,
Not so playful fence…
Don’t touch the fence,
Don’t cross the fence.
Don’t touch the fence, please,
Don't cross the fence, no,
Just remember to keep your distance.
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Toxic Lane
05:58
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He tries to believe I'll be another man
He tries to believe but he does it in vain
It's my toxic man, toxic man
With his toxic pain, toxic pain
He tries to believe he'll change his life again
He tries to belive in God, in saints... Insane!
It's a toxic lane, toxic lane
With my toxic man, toxic man
Higher, he'll fall again
He'll never find a way to simply live his dreams
Deeper, he'll stand up again
But he'll never find a way, to simply live his life again
He tries to climb this big and proud mountain
He tries to follow this dark and arduous lane
With his toxic hands, toxic hands
And his toxic mind, toxic mind
He tries hardly to tame my hard and dry heart
He tries uncleverly but he'll never come off to hurt
My toxic heart, toxic heart
With his toxic heart, toxic heart
Higher, he'll fall again
He'll never find a way to simply live his dreams
Deeper, he'll stand up again
But he'll never find a way, to simply live his life again
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