Letras
Look on this page
Tell me what you see?
This is history of thing that should not be
I forgive myself
Some mistakes from the past
Those people
There are always some people
Who talks behind my back
Who wants something instead
Dead bodies turnin in them grave
What will you say?
Something is calling me from outer space!
And see my face
I woke up
Staring on my hand
Looking for promise land
I think it was a dream
By the way you have to know
Nothing is real
Never want to see (the) future
Never want to live in (the) past