Fugitivo

Dressed innocence, life in haste
Lacked prudence always in his ways
His world was a casino, deck and destiny to play
Life is a roulette in matters of chance!

Dodging steps he climbed to the end
Erring improvising found darkness
Devoured with cynicism his zeal a real abyss
Life is a roulette in matters of chance!

Fugitive, fugitive, his zeal betrays him as he passes by
Fugitives, fugitives, abound in this city
Fugitive, fugitive, his zeal betrays him as he passes by
Fugitives, fugitives, abound in this city

Life is a roulette in matters of chance!

He played until fear, to not fear losing
The mouths of ego, drank his blood and skin
Torn was trophy complacent, in paper prisons
Lost, lost, lost in his zeal
Lost, lost in his zeal

Marched into oblivion and there I went to seek
His name sculpted and found in the place
A message written in blood, his final scream
Life is a roulette in matters of chance!

Fugitive, fugitive, his zeal betrays him as he passes by
Fugitives, fugitives, abound in this city
Fugitive, fugitive, his zeal betrays him as he passes by
Fugitives, fugitives, abound in this city