Hambre Del Corazón

The cold that burned my hands, also burned my heart. Years go by and the deception is rotting away. Time of death is what I see coming, a thousand lonely souls searching for some reason. Times of death is what I see coming, a thousand lonely souls hunger of the heart. The white lies of your childhood burn in the flames of evil. The true heroes laugh without mercy, men of paper money. The cruel and endless story runs downhill without stopping, if you try to stop it, it speeds up.
You very boldly jump off the train, your bones hit the ground; pain, pride, and tears and everything remains in its place. The strange tale that mom tells is becoming more real every day, this place smells worse, the story with no happy ending is ending.