La Piel Del Mal
La Vida Boheme
The Skin of Evil
Today, my God pushed me to survive and the horror
That I held for years, I fought to bring it back
Today, my God forced me to hear and I heard the horror
That I denied for years and allowed it to see the light
When there are no words to disarm, the righteous choose to stay silent
Screaming only made us vulnerable, the beacons were complicit as they flickered
When there’s no shadow or corner you can trust
You roll up your wounds and learn to dig into the skin of evil
How to be who you should be?
How to be who you should be?
How to be who you should be?
How to be?
How to be who you should be?
How to be who you should be?
How to be who you should be?
How to be?
Today, my God pushed me to survive and the horror
That I held for years, I fought to bring it back
Today, my God forced me to hear and I heard the horror
That I denied for years and allowed it to see the light
When there are no words to disarm, the righteous choose to stay silent
Screaming only made us vulnerable, the beacons were complicit as they flickered
When there’s no shadow or corner you can trust
You roll up your wounds and learn to dig into the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
The skin of evil, the skin of evil
