Fotógrafos del abismo

Invitation to the Void: "Photographers of the Abyss."
A flower on the pigsty tears before my flash.
Velvet slide. Beast wants to catch me.
I was able to escape from the mud, from the virgin of horror,
of the tanks, the sword blows, the madness and his prison.
I could escape from everything and I could never escape from you
nor of that voice that lives in you.

Invitation to Danger: "Photographers of the Abyss."
I need something to get me up.
I need something that really hits me.
I need a sun, I need a God,
a flash among the immensity.
At midnight I will embrace the color
of the rainbow of this cruel fiction
Cameras and action!

Invitation to delirium: "pose, I'll explain to you later."
You are the butterfly that escapes between the clouds
and it's hard to figure out where it's going.
Whenever I navigate between your eyes of smoke
I manage to fly to another city.

Do you need something to get you up?
Do you need something that really hits you?
Do they need sun? Do you need rock?
Or a flash among the immensity?

At midnight I will embrace the color
Of the rainbow of this cruel fiction
Cameras and action!

Take me to the subsoil of your skin.
I'm dying to see what kind of monster you are!
Take me to the subsoil of your skin.
I'm dying to see what kind of monster you are...

Take me to the subsoil of your skin.
I'm dying to see what kind of monster you are...
Take me to the subsoil of your skin.
I'm dying to see what kind of monster you are...
in the room, from temptation... the sun no longer shines...

I need something to get me up.(x8)
Get up! (x8)

You are the butterfly that escapes between the clouds
and it's hard to figure out where it's going...

em. I love you. pl.♥