Common State Of Inner Violence

Deserving wonderful baby
In despite of that defect
Of listening to that wild music
And than playing war videogames

But you are lucky man
Because I've got some plans for you
Refined violin lessons
And the most celebrated school

Poor baby, he uses his violin
Poor baby, almost well as a machine gun
Poor baby, insanity from adolescence
Grows through me a killer from hell

The rising sons throw away
All their father's dreams
Don't let me be born
If you didn't live

The only right was the grandfather
He said: "finally he's gone"
While parents threaten suddenly
"We'll grow another one"

Just you must know
Your guy is not so wise
To grow behind your violin
Take your eyes to this massacre
Was it your dream?

This story tells to me
Don't let me be born
If you did not live

Your guy is not so wise
To grow behind your violin
Take your eyes through this fire

Estado Comun De Violencia Interna

digno de un bebe maravilloso
a pesar de ese defecto
de escuchar esa música salvaje
y jugar video juegos de guerra

pero eres un hombre con suerte
porque tengo planes para ti
clases de violin refinidas
y la escuela as celebrada

pobre bebe, el usa su violin
pobre bebe, casi como una pistola
pobre bebe, insanidad de adolescencia
crece a través de mi un asesino del infierno

los hijos sobresalientes avientan
todos los sueños de su padre
no me dejes nacer
si no viviste

el unico derecho era el abuelo
el dijo, finalmente se ha ido
mientras los padres de repente amenazaron
haremos otro

para que lo sepas
su tipo no es tan sabio
toma tus ojos a este masacre
fue tu sueño?

esta historia me dice
no me dejes nacer
si no viviste

tu tipo no es tan sabio
el crecer detrás de tu violin
toma tus ojos a través de este fuego