Hocico

into the realms of hate
into the realms of war
no we're not dreaming
now try to run away
as fast as you can
outside these grounds of hell
a burning world consumes
the flames are everywhere
their eyes full of pain
once fiction was our dream
now fiction is our hell
we shaped our glorious end
as world comes crashing down
no more screams are heard
no we're not dreaming
everything here has changed