Letra de Etcetera

Lesson one: involves a slice of rye and a hand grenade. A reminder to what we once were, a mere glimpse as to all that we will become. Black preceding black.


A hint of life (of nothingness) sporadically appears though, as if fate is having fun with us. Vertical incisions require more imagination. Lies are not lies when you´re fooling yourself.


Lesson two: and the maturity factor. White lined trophies and black book romances just prove walking before crawling. It´s pretty hard to keep that tan through the cracks in the walls and it´s quite sad to know that you´re condemned to long sleeves and food stamps because when he was trying to save you from this place, you were alright. This is the universal. Lesson three: I´m still screaming.