Testigos
Espirales
Witnesses
Let’s pretend that image we never see
But with chords, it’s gonna sound
Desire is the magic that we don’t have
And my eyes are locked on you once again
They’re my footprints that the wind respects
They’re my hands that just won’t stop shaking
I’m an imaginary witness to your dreams
And my glass is empty once again
How many times did you ask for a hand?
There’s not much time left to talk
Hell is the altar of sins
And my eyes are locked on you once again
Very few know what I’m talking about
And when you come back, I won’t be around
I’m tired of being a caged fox
Our fuse is lit, and this is gonna blow up
