menea y menea. Y menea y comadre. Y se levanta, levanta, levanta. Un fuego mi compadre. Y se requiebra y menea y menea. Y menea y comadre. Y se levanta
I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more. Just like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just comfort. Feels like we're knocking on
Same shit but a not amused. Give us a way to fight these hardcore blues. A simple mind for a world so blind, I give a shit about your so called grind.
Yesterday I fought the moon and lost. But I am lunar now, so "we got to get out" and today I made a better version of a good diversion, more to keep us
I got this new way to hate, a razorblade and some tapes, here's the ones who love to lose. Now that I've swallowed mistakes some sailor's luck in the
A call to arms across this golden land. The hearts of the future are pulsing in your hands. And it's on me to heal them, and it's on them to need it,
This is it. The nights that stand on two the morning breakfast blues, we must not hold back what keeps us in tact. Our secret tired lonely eyes, still
dear holy father i have sinned against you and all around your bloody name. so you can tear me to shreds and i can beg for the forgiveness that is
There's a smile hidden in everyone's step and for every step taken a piece of us begs to stay together. Maybe everything I know is just made up, but I
I hope you choke on my fucking heartbeat and drown in my blue blood. The lonely walks bring out the lonely eyes. The hunger dies because of the lies.
Built to walk the plank, No wagons this time, Just sails ships and hearts, We've crossed the maps of punk rock, And taken all we mock, And tied it up
...and it might kill us both. i've been given all the time and patience this world can give. slowing down are words i can't define. i am going to take
give me hell. count my bones. break thishex. let me have this satisfaction tonight and we can share a pulse. just keep in mind that this could all fall
We were born without eyes and the sockets were just break proof safes, read these books and diaries, that's how they said we could start clean, but, I
Saturday. you're gonna see who owns tonight. we're dripping from these hearts that love to fight. we might not wake up tomorrow but that's just fine.
I don't remember the good ones from the bad, But it's too late because I can't hold back from the bucket of bruises. Brothers and sisters, our lease is
We could build a city in a single day, but in a couple of seconds we would try to bury our regrets. They don't make caskets like they used to, with escape
