When our pockets are torned
And our hands are empty
The possible pain
of us becoming greedy
Makes us change the freedom of liberty
Extending the breath of conflicts
There’s a path in my hands
Where the beasts feeds on desires
But I’ll follow the road to life,
The visceral scrap on you womb
Fills the thrust of my creature
The tread of your nerves sew my throat
And the fear of your
lips, in one kiss It will know, I know my killer instinct
my killer instinct
The memories on your fingertips will be eaten
Ill destroy the charms that fulfill your body
Like a shadow of blood covering the floor
Ill close your eyes so you won’t stare at me
And our fingers tips will touch again,
To color the deserts and turn them into mountains
And live other lives in danger
Without the fear
That lives in our body.
credits
from Inferno,
released February 26, 2020
Música Marvin Callejas
Letra Daniel Callejas
Vocal Lirica Lucy Leiva
Guturales Alexandra Lynn
Solo Guitarra Mario Amaya