Digging out of midnight tracks
Instead of plenty sleeping sound
All the after's find farewell
And leave a message on my lay
Digging out of full dark cloud
Instead of plenty living mind
All the nightmares find farewell
And brakes the silent on my bed
On my bed
On my bed
On my bed
Hey! What's up my hairless friend
Thanks to call broh I just feel like"Con Madre"
Digging on my blinded house
Instead of fully light incite
Understanding why I leave
And why I am the choose in one
All the dreams become sleep
And dead is awaiting all around
There's no necessary dream
This dream will have my own design
On my bed is my breath
On my bed is my grave
On my bed
Is necessary to be patient
Doc says this is progressive
I hope to go to Quimio free
I trust everything will be just fine
Is a matter of be in positive
Keep walking
Just bracing the path you know
On my grave is my grace
On my grave is my pray
On my grave dream away
On my grave
Thanks broh
I just don't stop
And don't give up