Desorden Público - Diablo

Diablo

me dan tantas restricciones
como vicios tentadores
fantasía i deseos
se retuercen en mi cuerpo
aunque se me niegue el cielo
pecar es lo que más quiero
si se me hace apetecible
yo también soy corruptible
i eso mismo ocurre a todos
placeres que vuelven loco
que tu cuerpo sea tu reino
marcha hereje hacia el infierno

coro:
llevo un diablo rojo fuego
sentado en mi hombro izquierdo
empujándome a gozar
esta vida tan mortal

tan diabólico i perverso
tanos, eros juego eterno
se insinúan se desnudan
en tu mente las locuras
un tridente con tres puyas
goces, culpas, tantas dudas
corrosivo prohibido
ya vendrán los exorcismos
nunca tú serás tan frágil
como el día en que te desates
que tu cuerpo sea tu imperio
marcha hereje hacia el infierno

coro
coro final:
llevo un diablo
sentado en mi hombro izquierdo
empujándome
esta vida tan mortal

Credits
Writer(s): Horacio Luis Blanco Partidas
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