Letras
A shot come by, be quick and run away
Don't watch the trash all on the sidewalk
You were ready to rip on the pages
You thought nobody saw you
Don't say any word that might damage you
Don't make any wrong move
Don't make any wrong move
It's the horror of the numbers the reason of your ruin
It's the horror of the numbers the reason of your escape
It's the horror of the numbers the reason of your decay
It's the horror of the numbers
It's the horror of the numbers
Looking for nowhere, hours be finally over
Get away from here, get away from here
Losing oneself, there's nothing else to lose
Don't give no shit about, don't give no shit about
But now it's too late to regret
It's too late to go back
It's too late to change your mind to start again
It's too late to be forgiven
It's too late to be ashamed
It's too late
It's your doom
It's your doom!
You've just thrown away your consolation
'Cause you're stuck in this place without conviction
You've just thrown away your consolation
'Cause you're stuck in this place without conviction
You've just thrown away your consolation
'Cause you're stuck in this place without conviction
You've just thrown away your consolation
'Cause you're stuck in this place without conviction