And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
Stare into my Kodak Rome
Jack-hammer ice eyes
I never thought you'd see the
Asphalt crack, crack, crack like a black eggshell
Don't ever say I never warned you from the start
Don't ever say I never warned you from the start
You're not a shovel and I'm not your dirt
Is there any way to unswallow my pride?
Can I fuck myself down?
Why die when you can kill the father?
Dad is missing an 'E'
Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus
No longer present tense
Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus
No longer present tense
No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason
High and overneath
High and overneath
I won't regret letting you live
Even if you forgot what you never saved me from
So I say whatever or fornever
For, for, for, for, for, fornever
For, for, for, for, for, fornever
For, for, for, for, for, fornever
Whatever
The rape of Persephone
Was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks
The rape of Persephone
Was a marketing scheme
Rape, rape, rape per so phony
Rape, rape, rape per so phony
Rape, rape, rape per so phony
Rape, rape, rape per so phony
High and overneath
High and overneath
Overneath, overneath
Overblown, unbeloved, cannot be low
From the top of my lungs
To the bottom of my heart, I scream
At the chasm in between
And the path of misery
Overneath, overneath
Overblown, unbeloved, cannot be low
From the top of my lungs
To the bottom of my heart, I scream
At the chasm in between
And the path of misery
High and overneath
High and overneath
No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason
Podría darte una docena de
Frescos
Cortes
Rosa, o rojo, o blanco
Me pregunto si sabían que
Crecería para convertirme
Podría darte una docena de
Frescos
Cortes
Rosa, o rojo, o blanco
Me pregunto si sabían que
Crecería para convertirme
Convertirme convertirme
Convertirme Convertirme
Con con con convertirme
Tendrás que cortarlo
Y quemarme en astillas
O voy a desenvolver la cadena
Que fui
Alrededor de tu dedo
Y te colgaré en
El cementerio de su dormitorio
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y es algo en lo profundo
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y está en lo profundo
Convertirme convertirme
Convertirme Convertirme
Con con con convertirme
Nunca querré a Dios
Para escuchar nuestros gritos
Y confundirlos con oraciones
Y sabes que estoy cargado
Pero no en qué cámara
Tócame y me iré
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y es algo en lo profundo
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y está en lo profundo
Convertirme convertirme
Convertirme Convertirme
Con con con convertirme
Y sabes que estoy cargado
Pero no en qué cámara
Tócame y me iré
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
He nacido villano
No finjas ser una víctima
He nacido villano
No finjas ser una víctima
He nacido villano
No finjas ser una víctima
He nacido villano
No finjas ser una víctima