¿Si yo fuera Lo que Me llaman, Sería yo Este payaso Sonriente, Este Pintor Paciente, Que diseña tales desastres?
There is a tree trunk that rots, And a bruised soft spot, Known as Mercy. Do me a favor? Let the body disintegrate That its soul may be saved, Because this is what Providence Has wanted.
See it shining in her eyes, The rounded teardrops crystallized And spilling out onto her cheek, Determined streams of dread tumbling Down her suede skull. I never thought I’d be the one To see her shining, by their Mirror-like cloaks, And in a shroud of mystery Watch her cling to The silhouette of a stranger’s […]
I get so annoyed When I see her smiling, Knowing that smile Was never for me. And I might get mad, I might get over, But I’ll never get even, There’s no way to be. So much love, so much work Went into our treasure, So much blood, so much hurt Went into her pleasure. […]
I am disentegrating, Ash, my face. Level by level, Limestone lifetimes Pass away. Will it kill us? (Mental pressure) I am smoke now, Take me in. Let me fill you, Endless pleasure. Let me pretend You are still my friend. Please, Cast me out, On the wings of your Banishing breath.
He spends most of his time on his back. And not catchin’ dome in the sack. He’s a hitchhiking, steel-spike pitching, Family-ditchin’ Piece of interstate trash. Whose honor, whose home, Whose pillow, whose gold Is his tattered backpack.
I’m never going back To a place like that, Where no star can be known And a white void Suffocates the soil. Remember? It was a dream I’d had, That the course of our lives had diverged. I don’t know about you, but I remember the night that I played back this recording […]