SUPRASENSUAL CONFESSIONS...

If tonight, i have no desire to returning alone,
if tonight, i have no desire of going home,
if tonight, i have no desire of my mouth closed,
if tonight, i want of me voice breaking,
breaking the voice, break my voice.

I can't believe anymore which is marked on the walls,
I can see over the lives of others even painting.
I'm not here for the smiles of the morning
Angry with me, so tonight i want
breaking the voice, break my voice.

Friends who go and others who remain,
to make a con for people that hate
The missed appointments and the time is lost...
Between youth spent and old people hope.

And those blinding flashes
a television everyday
And the bastards who bellow
the color of love
And newspaper lying around
as i drag my boredom
The fear is mine when
i'm awake at night
Breaking the voice, break my voice.

And the girls of the night
We never see the day
And we slept in her bed
By calling it's love
And the shameful memories
Efore that's forget its ice

In's saying "i'm yucky
but i'm not disgusting"
Slowly the dreams that flow
Under the gaze of parents

And the tears roll
on the cheeks of children.

And the sounds coming
as cries in the throat
Envy of screaming his hatred
like a cat being slaughtered
Breaking the voice, break my voice...

If tonight, i have no desire of returning alone,
if tonight, i have no desire of going home...