♪ A snug gasket of the reflecting wall ♪
♪ We grow into a mold of praise ♪
♪ Waiting and waiting to turn the page,
to light the flame,
to feel the pain,
to feel the same.
Up on a special place,
maybe it's not my head,
but in my dream it's not a petal,
don't let them in,
don't let them in,
don't let them in.
Don't let them in.
La que jode,
que hizo mal de.
La que jode,
que hizo mal de.
Falling across the room,
I feel you cast in a well,
go round a broken dream,
talking with the truth.
You're half a year away,
so let the demons play,
let the demons play.
The twins in the light,
flashing in the blackest of midst,
waking up alone,
and I can't handle this,
when I leave this place,
you're the one I'll miss.
La que jode,
que hizo mal de.