Frío

The clock of luck marks the prophecy, desire,
anxiety, blood, and heartbreak.

My life full and my soul empty, I am the audience
and the only actor.

The waves break the sandcastle,
the ceremony of desolation,
I am a stranger in paradise,
I am a toy of disillusionment.
I am burning and I feel cold, cold.

I shout the names, no one answers,
I lost the way back home,
I know I am going but I don't know where,
I search for the beginning and only find the end.

The waves break the sandcastle,
the ceremony of desolation,
I am a stranger in paradise,
I am a toy of disillusionment.
I am burning and I feel cold, cold, cold, cold.
The dream ends, the shot sounds,
I am the delirium, I am the confusion,
I am just a verse that is wrong
while death drops the curtain.
The waves break the sandcastle,
the ceremony of desolation,
I am a stranger in paradise,
I am a toy of disillusionment.
I am burning and I feel cold, cold.