Letra de Delinquents

Visitor come to my room and see all the trash I made.
Stay a while, I´m on the verge of laying it down.
A vagabond, and all his trash in search to find his crown.

Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are
constantly burning out.

I´d hate to, rain on your parade,
But everything you know is taken by this flood,
You were blind but there´s no hope.
Dig a hole but there´s no blood,
Who am I to pretend, who am I to recommend there is
something less.
Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor,
and cut your eyes out.

Find me, oh Saint, I´m bending, breaking, at my knees, praying.
I´ve exposed, this earth has taken pride in seeing my,
most vulnerable state.

I find no humor in letting yourself stray away, from
those pictures.
When they cause you to see shame in yourself,
you can run from your problems.
But they´ll follow you like a trend,
One shot to forgetting, six shots to falling in the end.

I was the king, of kings, I stand for one rule, and one rule for myself,
as a man.
I will fall and as my son you´ve watched it all.

Behind every mask, lies a man, who can´t live in his own skin.
He lives by the flask, he bathes in his past, and he dies by his own sins.