Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladrón, cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro
Que yo si te mato
Y con cada día que se pase recuerdate
Quien era mas poderoso
Oh, oh
Don't let me, let me go
There is a venom in numerical lies
Your convalescent thorns are but a crown of maggots
Your father shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me, come on and die
In your viscera eyes
Cataracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side
Ay mi hija me llores
Porque yo te quito de esta cruz
Ni agachate vi caminando sin la alma de tu cuerpo
En los brazos sin luz
They scalp our children by seven
The border we're watching where the other three now hide
The culprits can't be seen from a premium of glass
We shudder in this sigil then you carpe diemtize
Oh, oh
Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical lies
Your convalescent thorns are but a crown of maggots
They rot the shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me, come on and die
In your viscera eyes
Cataracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side
In your viscera eyes
Cataracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side
Wait
I've seen the arc shake from your mnemonic tongue
But the braille that you weave of itself, it shall read aloud
Yes it will, I said
She's falling, she's still falling but no one wants to come
She's crawling, she's still crawling on your burial ground
I said she's falling, she's still falling but no one wants to come
I said she's crawling, she's still crawling on your burial ground
Say it to me now
Baby left for sure
Baby left for sure
Yeah, yeah, oh
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