The Blade

Pain, your life is only a book of pain
But your life it isn’t very plain
This possesion of hate
Need to be dread
Say for your defense
«All for one» to be free
(Puente)
And all your lies, all your f**king lies…
There’s like a swictch blade knife
(Estribillo)
Lies like a blade
See you tomorrow!
What do you gain?
You only say sillines
It’s the same
This possesion of hate
Where do you go?
You are a sinner, a sickmen, a stray lumb
(Puente)
(Estribillo)