Aquello que acecha en medio de grandes temores
Que se vislumbran como lisergicas visiones
Y yace en el medio de tal aparicion
Quien será enterrado junto a todas sus ambiciones
En medio de recuerdos vívidos de horror
De pena y de desdicha
Un arrepentimiento que corroe
Y todos los miedos son encarnados en este momento
Donde una presencia desconcertante se proclama amenazante
Manifestandose desafiante y triunfadora ante él

That moment when for the first time
True loneliness is experienced
When the path of solitude has been chosen
And leaving a deep mark
Its taste sticks to the throat!
How often should one think about self-loathed?
Product of this painful journey
In the confines of this mind there's a recurring thought
Where there's nothing to hold on to
In constant self-loathed!
I'm in constant self-loathed!
When the time is over
When the road is more arduous
At the end you'll only be able to count your scars
Then there is no seeking
Only another testimony of your failure
In constant self-loathed!

Desecrating ancient temples
As part of this immense and sordid gear
A gangrenous mechanism
Lubricated with blood
Lubricado con sangre y dolor!
In these dehumanizing times
Expecting everything to fail
Which is what will finally happen
The depraved mind of those who witness such severity
Those who are forced to witness it
And the violence continues with no end
That becomes his language
Like outsiders amid uncertainties
All suffering must run through everyone
All suffering has to run through the lost gaze

After so long I have discovered that some doors are not meant to be opened
With all this suffering that I could have avoided in sight,
but I concurrently longed
Now I see myself alone
since the time I used to pray and long for...
I live with this constant restlessness that accompanies me
A burden that will be eased when silence is perpetual
These thoughts, they used to hunt me
Rumbling in the far reaches of the mind

Owner of an inexhaustible sadness
Plunged into his misery as he mutters
And wanders elusively between inert bodies
They look at him as if he were levitating
Plunged into the woeful guilt of being who he is
Feeling terrified of what can't change
It seems to exist only to spread one's own sorrow
Drowned in a sea of ​​trifles!
Being here to only bring calamities to those around
Making them confront the fact of being part of nothing
Watching his mundane behaviors pass in front of him
While it is sowing nervousness in the minds
of those who gave everything...
Immersed through dilapidated surroundings of this disconnected world
The one where hate lives inside all of us
Mired in his misery
That has become a temple of pain
Bordering that limit where everything is lost

To deepen into the dark waters
There is a certain comfort that despondency provides
In its most peaceful moment
There is some clarity to think
But inside everything remains the same
Not only has reason got lost
It is that desolation that is not unknown to oneself
That place where sanity is hungover forever

Like what dies from dying flesh
While dying on the brink of regret
Like an incurable disease
To kill the pain its necessary to die!
Refused to plant his seed
for the pain to be buried only with himself
And erase any vestige of it
The deeper it is buried!
the more forgettable it will be
The deeper it is buried!
No matter where it comes from, all shit stinks the same
Now here it is, being and not being
wishing and not wishing...