We want fragile speed
Flowers at all the red lights to slow down our adrenaline
A big bout of caffeine
The beautiful parade of waves that 'we swallow to excess
Without saying anything, without saying anything
We can believe in new days
In the wake of men that reason has always ignored
/>We can even play being deaf
Cry for the palaces that collapse but
Not the deserts painted red
We dropped to his knees
We were stuck up to our necks
But a word from you for my pain
My paranoia on your lips
But Hallelujah the wind rises
On hell where I walk
Of the children bulbs in our heads explode
Have you tasted the latest novelty that death offers
In the market of bodies that we expose
It's the old people, with more than questionable sex appeal who have
We let ourselves fall to our knees
We got bogged down until 'on the neck
But a word from you for my pain
My paranoia on your lips
But Hallelujah the wind is rising
In hell where I watch over us
I gave my life to share yours
Well flayed alive I Wake up
But a word from you for my pain
My paranoia on your lips
But Hallelujah the wind is rising
This hell is all I have left