El mejor de tus días

Scraping the asphalt
The tires smell when they brake
This time you’re not listening
More than to your blood
Come close to the door
Walk in without blinking
We’ve been waiting for a while
Come on now, come on now

Let me steal your soul
Something like this had to happen
I’m the man in the bag
Corrupting the kids
Killer of old ladies
All so kind
I betrayed my ideals
For a few coins

Spin around with me, just like that, just like that
Dark sky, all black
And that hour of the night
And that hour of the night

When the scythe passes
At the height of your neck
You’ll know I’ve been
Dancing in your head for hours
And this could finally be
The best of your days
Let me steal your soul
And wake up cold

Spin around with me, just like that, just like that
Dark sky, all black
And that hour of the night
And that hour of the night

I don’t want you to expect anything from me anymore
Because of your merciless eyes, I’ve slipped many times
I don’t want you to expect anything from me anymore
Because of your merciless eyes, I’ve slipped many times
I don’t want you to expect anything from me anymore
Because of your merciless eyes, I’ve slipped many times
I don’t want you to expect anything from me anymore