Incorrect

In a room made of wood
We sleep in the dirt
Under it always there
Someone pay our disgrace

Well, I know it's incorrect
Because I'm away,
No one knows I'm in the hell
suffering by the crime that I did yesterday

Don't forget I am right
When I say I am fine
Under it, always there
Burning me, my disgrace

Well, I know it's incorrect
Because I'm away
No one knows I'm in the hell
Suffering by the crime that I did yesterday



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Morales
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