Story Behind the Song
Lyrics
Misplace a certain taste we're all,
growing inorganic creatures, processed in your own way gone now, leaving nothing left to decay.
Someone originates a loss of people a loss of regrets, we all discriminate a bad weakness a way to possess. Mistrust the face of death misleading, cold harts can bring us down with poison, think of a better way through this, don’t wait it’s to late it’s crumbling down. Believe me you’ll see what’s never show so climb out, believe me it’s burning up my soul, so climb out. We all just want to possess a second chance to hold someone or something but this can never come true unless you realize who is needed. Yo llanto, para los Muertos, que te mato con mis manos malparido.
Believe me you’ll see what’s never shown, so climb out. Believe me it’s burning up my soul, so climb out.
All these people crying and dying, compromising our fate in the end, is it wrong to condemn them all,
when only God knows they’re fate in the end.
Lyrics: L. Rodriguez, J. Hickson | Music: EyeColorOrange
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