Jardines Del Rey

If this has to end, don't go looking for blame
It was already like this, it was bad, the world they've given you
And you have nothing more than your trapped body
and just to not scream, you catch your breath now and then

Don't feel alone because in the end in this world there are so many of us
Waiting for the fruit of what would someday be our tree

Don't feel dead and even if you are, and kneeling
spit with the blood you have left the old root of the past

Gardens the tree of your dreams
still here inside waiting for the damn king
That son of the queen milking
who lives off your life
Gardens the tree of your dreams
still here inside waiting for the damn king
That son of the queen milking who lives off your life

The tree of your dreams dried up to the fruit
There wasn't enough hope for your tree and your fruit

If this has to end, I'm not going to go looking for blame
It was already like this, this bad, the world they've given me
I don't feel alone because I know that in this world there are so many of us
and I spit with the blood I have left the old root of the past