Mom, I´d better try to run, they try to sing my song
You get off me for the taste of the fruit in a wicked garden
Son, my blood missunderstands, our future got no plans
Our hesitation reveals us the face of the human factor
Give up te game and taste your blame
I got to play the rest, face to face
Mum, our future´s ignorance, a blow bellow the belt
A benefit for the way that i breed in a sea of sadness
Now, you got the strengh inside, that´s why it kills my pride
You get oof me for the taste of a tongue in a beauty sickness
Bor again, should i say, did i say the truth always born dead
Drowning , praying, no answers cried
Money won´t free minds, learning to front your fate
Bye bye, sister alibi, should i sabe that real thing
It brings me down the train
I´ll trip nowhere, i´ll see you there.
credits
from Songs From The Flesh,
released April 5, 2004
J. Pascual, R. Martos, O. Zubelzu
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