El carcelero en inglés

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El carcelero

Jailer Lesky (nach) you 2006
is the time to escape
you

Nach: scroll for the dungeons
of my mind there really
a boy hanged
their dreams hanging inert
I have the enemy in my
(Sleep latency)
a jailer lives in you
(Do not wake up)
I hise haunts me
has ground level when
Blinking awake and pumping
posed ice tears
inside me was like a rite
occult in my book
Rap needs a
exorcism and no one helps
mutters the guard me
and I said that I hide
soon to be dust absorbs evil
paranormal experience
in the bathroom mirror
I see my own funeral
and that's why I'm young
I do not smoke a pollen paranoia
depression and those eyes
no longer were seen as
came and were moved
to see that the foundation of my
be removed was that it
I black my smile in January
exile since
something strange to stay
in my brain are enigmas
I suffer from slippery Esquinzo
stigma in dark alleys
the jailer lives in my laughs milis
ensifilis suffer vomiting crisis vilis
I do not see my nemesis Volis
just kiss her claws
and encouragement of aguarrasas
someone behind me
call the parent cars and save me
the daily ordeal cast
hand and a rosary ommended
the cosmos that decides
the jailer is me slumbering
my leg is redeemed

his hands are my hands and
(I almost hanged)
your eyes are my eyes and
(I admit)
No caged section
light windows
(No morning light)
on this side
(My cell was locked
me this animal is a
I want to eat cannibal)
the strangle me
Tend my joy bandi
(No more to do na
my end is near)

Lesky: this in my background with a
soul cutting sword
pausing my breath
my feeling
motto I take hold
inside is difficult
when you have a beast
its closure attempt
Maique disguised love Mayers
insita me out but my veins
blood flies there incuter
said with such effect that you
to me that the kid me
I put on sale
unfolds me
an alien takes shape
in the most horrendous if I want
someone, someone has to let go
because as you leave a thousand faces
Velma thousand faces depression
(Has Pensao in flight)
I know I have to break out
instruments items
cupboard with me if
I'm looking in the mirror
and I did not like me spit
but do not tell me you make me
dislike the taste f***
is mine to kill you but
I do know that if you die
There are no sequels
meet the hatred that I have
to me it has to exploit
like that stupid war
of Iraq where the well-being
peace I belong
Central to this paradise
the jailer earthly destructor
the emotional
weapon, weapon of destruction
the personal

his hands are my hands and
(I almost hanged)
your eyes are my eyes and
(I admit)
No caged section
light windows
(No morning light)
on this side
(My cell was locked
me this animal is a
I want to eat cannibal)
the strangle me
Tend my joy bandi
(No more to do na
my end is near)

his hands are my hands and
(I almost hanged)
your eyes are my eyes and
(I admit)
No caged section
light windows
(No morning light)
on this side
(My cell was locked
me this animal is a
I want to eat cannibal)
the strangle me
Tend my joy bandi
(No more to do na
my end is near)