Blood and money don't get along. If we build something strong it makes us superior, together everything starts again. If we destroy, it makes us traitors. I think it's not the time to demonstrate that you are the best at shooting.
Hide the weapons, they can see us, or just shoot. The suspense doesn't fit me right. Fill the chambers with two bullets, one for my back and the other one for your mouth.
You cut the rope, forgot everything, and what's left: the gun, you and me. And if you pull the trigger"¦
Lost feelings with bullets of resentment, (roll around), looking for connections (grab your gun) between the floor and the dust, you can only hear this song. (Panic attack) paints in different colors,. (In the intrigue), I see there's no solution (pray again) between disaster and admiration, murdered by a friend.
You cut the rope, forgot everything and what's left: the gun, you and me. And if you pull the trigger I won't be able to sing, the muses will end. I'm not imploring so walk slowly, wait for one more hour. What will you feel if pain goes through me, and I can't see you