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Artesanales

Y todo vuelve a nada, sabes bien quien soy. Me desvelo, no siento el latido... Tu ropa esta tirada, en mi habitacion. Y de repente, escucho un sonido

Sentis que estando solo, vas a estar mucho peor Nose si eso es cierto, el intento hacelo hoy Ven a juntar las fuerzas para sentirte bien, Yo se que

Mother come pick me up I feel I've lost all that I knew In this forest full of lies You're all that's ringing true Oh, by my world Black Pearl Forever

Tired of this done with that Never satisfied with where I'm at I sit and think what to do Just a motherfuckin' bore without a clue Shot my drugs drank

Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I question whether I can take much more You may laugh as I lay here bleeding baby, yeah No more afters

Come, take my hand Let us walk for a while Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing

Yeah, yeah Alone in the garden And all that would be Alone in the garden Your thought would set you free Nowhere to draw water And if you could, it would

Two, three, four I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't got no more Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is always near, now

Lay to rest, bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at