The Mars Volta

Por quando te vi enifermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas
Te lo juro que yo si te mato
Y con cada dia que se pase requerdate
Quien era el mas poderoso
Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical lies
Your concalescent thrones
Are but a crown of magnets
They fold the shakes inside that thrid glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die
In your viscera eyes
Cateracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side
Hay mi hija no me llores
Porque yo te quinto de esta cruz
A noche te vi caminando
Sin la alma de tu cuerp
En los brasos
Sin luz
Stains fall into the brick wall severed
Four of them were watching
While the other three did hide
The culprit spat the seed