Voz Propia - El Manifiesto

El Club de la Pelea

Él ha sido ayer un psicópata, matando gente... que odio
Y sin necesidad de dar explicaciones a nadie

Todas las cosas que te escribí
Todas las cosas que quise hacer
Son mi imaginación, imaginación
Dentro mí
Bajo control, bajo control

Robarte lo que pueda, ignorar a una chica superficial
La eterna heroína y tener la libertad de suicidar

Todas las cosas que te escribí
Todas las cosas que ven sé hacer
Son mi imaginación, imaginación
Dentro mí
Nada, nada, nada, nada

Siempre estarán
Bajo control, bajo control
Siempre serán
Nada, nada, nada, nada

Credits
Writer(s): Dr, M. A. Vidal
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