[ Featuring Carlos Lopez Hernandez, Fernando Francisco Robles Perez ]
The tides are high. The truth is wrong.
The hate is on... the hate is on. The stars will fade away.
The walls are up. The mountains grow.
The weapons on... the weapons on.
There are no souls today.
And the sun is cold (as all the things we say).
And the nights are long (our dreams will soon be gray).
And the tears will flow (like rivers on the snow).
But we got the key to close the door. Close the door today.
The green is brown. The rain is done.
The skies are gone... the skies are gone. The lines will break today.
The air is hot. The grass is dust.
Devices on... devices on. Our heads are blind today.
And the sun is cold (as all the things we say).
And the nights are long (our dreams will soon be gray).
And the tears will flow (like rivers on the snow).
But we got the key to close the door. Close the door today.
And the sun is cold (as all the things we say).
And the nights are long (our dreams will soon be gray).
And the tears will flow (like rivers on the snow).
But we got the key to close the door. Close the door today.
Our heads are blind today.