Una selección sobrenatural

In the cold light of morning while everyone's yawning, you're high. In the cold light of morning the party gets borning, you're high, as your skin starts a scratchin', wavw yesterday's action goodbye, forget past indiscretions and stolen possessions, you're high. In the cold light. In the cold light of morning while everyone's yawning, you're high, in the cold light of morning you're drunksick from whoring, and high. Staring back from the mirror's a face that you don't recognise, it's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise. In the cold light. Tomorrow(x3). As your skin starts a scratchin' wave yesterday's goodbye, forget past indiscretions and stolen possessions, you're high. In the cold light of day. tomorrow's only a kettle whistle, whistle(8), away, in the cold light of day

S entado en una silla, bajo el viento y el sol, dándole forma a mis pensamientos recordé como la felicidad es desdibujada por nuestras mentes. Una mirada basta, un recuerdo en mis ojos, y todos los malos pensamientos se van. Es raro, aún siento que tiembla. Lo más raro aún es que ya no siento temor. Mi sangre aún arde.