Olor A Muerte
El Ultimo Ke Zierre
Smell of Death
Have you looked in the mirror with a complex
What have they made of you?
Justice doesn't serve you, innocent condemned
And you sit in a corner
Beaten down by your depression
They call you, you don't listen
You no longer have anyone to respect
You no longer have anyone to love
Just lies, just lies
Smell of death, of death
