Arañazos De Piel Roja

Red skin scratches,
victim on the paper.
In the dream of a shadow king,
a scrap of graffiti on the wall.
Pay attention, I sign my surrender,
you already know all my plans fit into a song.
Over the smoke of the bar, a sea of mistakes,
and the nylon thread of my fishing rod.
How to give up other scents
and close myself off to everything else.
Pay attention, signing my surrender is not in my plans.
All my plans fit into a song.
All my plans...all my plans fit into a song.
Pay attention, I ask for dedication,
you already know all my plans fit into a song.
All my plans...all my plans fit into a song.
Red skin scratches...