This is not a revolution
It's a protest of interest
An empty promise with some hopeless incentives
The front lines are controlled and conditioned to adsorb the damaging emotional convictions
You will find the general embellishing his egotism
You will find the men within his base is simply feeble children
Who will rise to the call of the superhero
The sacrificial lamb designed to induce a people
The march of the dead man carnival
Caught in the middle of a dead man arsenal
Ambushed the cardinal
Kill the ambassador
Assassination plan accordingly with calendars
Wide awake is a smoke screen televate
Final days for a cocaine heavyweight
The sniper rifle aims directly for the heartbeat
And in the distance you can hear the guns
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
Y la muerte
Y la muerte
The blood stains the skin, the rain storms move in
The face stays the same
The king places blame on anybody independently inspired
On anybody thats defending their own honor
And he is appointed as a military mascot
To be the punching bag, drained till the last drop
Standing up for the things he believes in
Abandoned and sentenced to death by the week's end
Writing plots to escape on a paper plate
He takes pride in the grace of his ridiculed fate
While they sleep, he is imagining a new day
And hiding all of his secrets inside his toothpaste
Wake up, tied down, dragged through the desert sand
Looking in their eyes, knowing he is a better man
Inside his heart he has a picture of his son
And in the distance you can hear the guns
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Y la muerte
Y la muerte
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
Life and death
Life and death
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to sleep
Nowhere to hide, but he knows where to be when there is nowhere to fly
He is an emaciated monster
The life and death of an alienated author
Writing novels dedicated to the men killed
It doesn't matter how is lovers or his friends feel
Word for word he is trying to unearth the curse
Trying to bring in all the light to alert the world
This is a march for a dead man
They took his pencil and severed off his left hand
Tied tight to the totem poll's core
And in the distance you don't hear the guns anymore
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Y la muerte
Y la muerte
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
Life and death
Life and death
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Y la muerte
Y la muerte
La vida y la muerte de un ángulo
Life and death of an angle
Life and death
Life and death

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