La medicina es el arte de acompañar al sepulcro con palabras griegas.

i´m sorry about my greatest fear
didn´t mean to brake the charm
star come back, i beg for your light
heaven misses you, don´t wave good bye

i see no light without your darkness
and Ray said everything was fine
but not tonight
not tonight

and even paradise looks ugly
smells dirty, smells like death
broken glass under my feet,
just a broken glass

and all the pretty girls will have their chances
to win a little bit of your cake
but when you slide the knife through my throat
stuck it deep, make me red

when nowhere feels safe
and i dream about P the cross
please believe in my vomit
trust in my bleeding throat

we´ll name our children with a japanese name
and we´ll buy the biggest truck
to run over the nazi crew
to run this world over

pink haired girls deserve more chances
to clean up pies from our faces
but don´t call me i´m a bitch
until you´re sure you´re a saint

politeness is a harmful weapon
makes me dream about losing you
Ray wants to help me throughout this shit
i want him out

never thunders on my roof
never rains above my head
to find out how things come through
you´ll have to make up the 10th verse.


Edition and fucked up lyrics by
VGAD*

-"Si tuvieras que elegir el mejor momento de tu vida, cual sería?"

-"Uno que seguramente ya no puedo recuperar..."

Que seria de los Clash sin Buenos Aires donde nacias vos?
Que tal seria Pizarnik como madre de quien nacias vos?
De uniforme vienen por mi, y el mensaje queda escrito en el paredon
Va a ser la quinta, y hoy sera la ultima vez...

Que seria de los Clash sin Buenos Aires donde nacias vos?
Que tal seria Pizarnik como madre de quien nacias vos?
De uniforme vienen por mi, y el mensaje queda escrito en el paredon
Va a ser la quinta, y hoy sera la ultima vez...