La Calavera

Thought in colors
To forget the pains.
Thought in caresses
To not see the betrayal.
Opened the walls
With violent blows
With the last breath of resignation.
And so he left,
Going to heaven,
To a vast horizon,
That has no ground.
Played the descent,
Standing on crutches,
Rolled the roulette
And lost the illusion.

Every now and then
Some hunch,
That ended up being a journey to nothing.
It's the distance of hope
The most popular route.
And so the killer is born,
Who doesn't know who to hurt,
Ends up with himself
Has to kill someone!
When he shoots you,
His vision clouds,
After so much hunger
He only feels rebellion.
And, even though the saying goes:
"the skull doesn't scream",
I think it's getting angry
Because death is no joke.

The skull screamed... the skull screamed.
The skull screamed... the skull screamed.
The skull screamed... the skull screamed.
The skull screamed... the skull screamed.

Smells, smells, coke, coke,
And each time it's more rock.
Smells, smells and it hurts more
Not to believe in anything else.
When it's not night anymore,
He closes the window tightly,
Doesn't want to hear news
About the cold of the morning.
That's why he goes out armed
With his shell,
The armor is tough,
Or his heart will burst.
And, even though the saying goes:
"the skull doesn't scream",
I think it's getting angry,
Because death is no joke.

(chorus)

I will arrive... I will arrive at the sun,
Show me another route and I will arrive
Take me... take me to the sun,
Day and night,
I will arrive... I will arrive at the sun,
Show me another route and I will arrive
Take me... take me to the sun,
Day and night,
The skull screamed...!