Cielo Market

Some disguise their raw desire to stand out
Burning hearts, hot stars for paper
While your image is consumed
By some dirty magazine
That stamps a fashionable price on your forehead

Sky, you have marked me
Like the star that manages to see its trail
Sky, you have sent me
To smile when dying

Awaken readers from that trance that masturbates them
While they read gossip, the A.M.I.A. exploded
The rumors of a thousand loves
Are just a lie that sells well
And if there is something true
Who cares

Sky, you have marked me
Like the star that manages to see its trail
You have petrified me
Like a statue
With a pretty face
Sky, you have ordered me
To be the executioner of my own head
Sky, you have sent me
To smile when dying

Sky, you have marked me
Like the star that manages to see its trail
You have petrified me
Like a statue
With a pretty face
Sky, you have ordered me
To be the executioner of my own head
Sky, you have sent me
To smile when dying