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