From madness to hell.

al futurista se le escapo una,
el "shock"del pinche futuro a la inversa;


no hay excusas
no hay excusas
no hay excusas
no hay excusas


esperar
paciencia
espera
paciencia
bla
espera
bla
mierda
bla
paciencia

dolor de cabeza sin sentido,
la vista, la mente, la vida,
stop.




"I've stopped my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
Please, don't confront me with my failures,
i had not forgotten them"