Mala Sangre
La Liga Del Sueño
Bad Blood
I was never from this town
I was never a Christian, no
I was always of inferior race
Who to sell myself to, what beast to worship
Which holy image to attack, whose hearts to break
What lie should I uphold, on whose blood will I walk
Now cursed I am, I will be idle and brutal
I am not and never was a prisoner of my reason
(if God granted me celestial calm)
Screams drum hunger thirst
Who to sell myself to, what beast to worship
Which holy image to attack, whose hearts to break
What lie should I uphold, on whose blood will I walk
Life is a farce
My innocence could make me cry (repeat)
I was never from this town
I was never a Christian, no
I was always of inferior race
Who to sell myself to
Which image
Which hearts (reasons)
What lie ... pull
Who to sell myself to, what beast to worship
Which holy image to attack
Whose hearts I will break
