Kill The Old, Torture Their Young

This will kill... Open your head, turn your back away, from me Sensations, collapse under broken hearts When time's like just when you fall asleep And I thought to lose my way and glimmer and die That's just what I thought today And I thought to lose my way and suffer and die That's just what I thought today Where now, I'll get back, I'll get back, where now, I'll get back, I'll get back (Where now, I'll get back, I'll get back) Something's wrong with us... I'll get back...

Esto matara... abre tu cabeza, aleja tu espalda, de mi sensaciones, colapsan debajo de corazones rotos cuando el tiempo es como cuando te duermes y pense perder mi camino y destellar y morir es asi justo lo que pense hoy y pense perder mi camino y sufrir y morir es justo lo que pense hoy donde ahora, regresare, regresare, a donde ahora, regresare, regresare (Donde ahora, regresare, regresare) algo esta mal con nosotros... regresare...