Looking for somewhat for that
Magic
Behind the limits of that
Mundanes things.
Deliving between the tombstones
Wandering by the penumbra
Tearing the dark sky
Until to get the life's reason
The real value of human being.
Mundane life full of violence and
Destruction
You're so hard for us
We need to feel
The true, the reality and reason
Hold a self defense to doesn't
Succumb
In this bloody impregnating
World
Of hostile death
We´re very young people
With the life slating on a thread
Expressing ideas and conceps
We're lost souls
We´re like spooks wandering and
Suffering in the dark
Carrying inside pain depression
And bitterness
A sad look
A frivolous smile
A wasted face
A long hair that
With the wind is caressing
So soft our hide and
And our soul