¿Por No Te Haces Para Alla?....Al Mas Alla!

Walking through life, I
ran into a pervert who told me everything
she wanted me, she told me, she
told me she wanted me, but I didn't believe her because
everything was a lie,
a lie.
And if what I say hurts you, I suggest you throw yourself into a well with
your
boyfriend, the butterfly, the snot-nosed brat who stole my old lady,
I went down for the drinks and then he left me, who first asked me
to come and now wants me to go, go, go.
Life has its things, my life, why don't you commit suicide, if you keep
fucking
and fucking you'll die of AIDS.

Why don't you go over there, to beyond
where? To beyond.

To that world you dreamed of, where surely you deceived everyone.
And if you like and like to cut because you don't cut your veins and with
this
barely, you can get through.
And if it hurts so much that you can't contain the crying anymore, for that
I sing
and sing to you, I sing so much that
I can't stand you anymore, you should
have, to have an accident, to stay
unconscious, forever, so you can see what it feels like, because I don't give a damn if you tell me you
love me, because I don't give a damn if you get sick, if you die from a
shot, from a hit or from a blow in a
truck.
A bad lightning strike you, my dear, for being an ungrateful whore
Because
life has taught me that you're worthless, that for a few bucks,
everyone has screwed you.
Go to hell with your body, your caresses and
your kisses.
All I want is for you to go down for the drinks.
I want
to see you on your knees, begging for forgiveness.
I want to see you humiliated, oh how
you cry, oh how you scream and to see you
more beautiful you should cut off your head, or your neck.
Good for that, good for that, get yourself a boyfriend
who likes
to shoot you.
who likes nonsense here on the temple, here on the temple.