Lyrics:
Carl Albert

I'm feeling razor sharp riding on the cutting edge. I'm going back and forth raging like a lunatic I'm going to do things like never before Take the

Winter is falling, chill's in the air Angel is calling a spirit somewhere Memories that bind me, the tears never end You've taken my brother, you've

Pounding their way through your head see it all in your eyes Reflections of overindulgence you're barely alive Washing away in a swirling mass of confusion

It's really been a pleasure to be such a pain Oh, like a nasty stain that won't go away I won't go away Don't care what you say Doin' things my way

Been fourteen weeks since I've seen you I never wondered, but I always knew You seem to thrive on this macabre situation Run at the signs of a real confrontation

He travels through the skies With Technicolor lights Terminating life in air Traffic regulation That snatch you against the pipe A hundred others watch

Running the distance Alive for the last time Press on without question... without fear.. oh.. Give to the moon-give to the sun We're going Down.. down

Aqui me voy a estar al pie de este arbol que no ha querido dar una flor que a mi me agrade La primera flor que dio esa fue la de mi madre y desde entonces