Grave

Try to find yourself
Beneath the scorching sun
We have what to think about
Expectations
But who can say
What we will be

We are not here for this
It's much more sincere and deep
Every step taken
Has to have a proportion
Euphoric
Hallucinatory
And crazy, or disastrous
Crazy or disastrous

Let the expositions stand aside
Let it wait until the right moment
So that we can achive the outcome
Cleaning the walls stained with the blood
Stained with the blood of the innocent
Stained with the blood of the innocent

When you call me
I will find you
Every step taken by me
Will have a reason why
Unconscious, but I'll be there
Unconscious, but I'll be there

Only with the body
My soul will be in the smell of the fields
With parasites sucking my principles
That maybe are perfect for you



Credits
Writer(s): Raphael Maldonado, Victor Hugo Pizarro
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