Idioma Origen:
i sow these streets with my own blood it seems
my soul is feeling unkempt and bare.
i´m just like you i´m complicated too.
jealous knives in my back to spare.
i´ll burn it black as sin, falling off the wagon again.
burn it black as sin, lost my head.
you´ve got one shot left and now you´re done
you´ll turn your back on everyone
burn it black as sin, time to...
i feel your doors slam in my face
somehow i can´t replace this lust that i´ve found.
i´m just like you my spirit´s broken too.
burn my bridges into the ground.
Idioma Destino:
i sow these streets with my own blood it seems
my soul is feeling unkempt and bare.
i´m just like you i´m complicated too.
jealous knives in my back to spare.
i´ll burn it black as sin, falling off the wagon again.
burn it black as sin, lost my head.
you´ve got one shot left and now you´re done
you´ll turn your back on everyone
burn it black as sin, time to...
i feel your doors slam in my face
somehow i can´t replace this lust that i´ve found.
i´m just like you my spirit´s broken too.
burn my bridges into the ground.