Texty:
Cadaveres De Tortuga La Sangre No Miente

Somewhere in the past, some stolen hours Strange memories, on my own Deep in the fear, controlled by demon They come from the livin' hologram Standing

The vulgar eyes of a mindless Crime Are looking at you till the end of time Your mind is filled with hate You are your own slave, can't escape When you

It woke up in me I asked softly Leave me alone with a gun on my own My other self is injected in me Fatal invention, I had to be With empty hands, no

What will bring me hope I see the death of my soul That's sure, that not your smile You can't say me that was all I see my fear in your eye That brings