Frio

The clock of luck marks the prophecy
desire, anguish, blood, and heartbreak
my life full and my soul empty
I am the audience and the only actor
The waves break the sandcastle
ceremony of desolation
I am a stranger in paradise
I am the toy of disillusion
I am burning and feel cold, cold
I shout the names but no one answers
I lost the way back home
I know I'm going but I don't know where
to find the beginning and only find the end
The waves break the sandcastle
ceremony of desolation
I am a stranger in paradise
I am the toy of disillusion
I am burning and feel cold, cold
The dream ends and the shot sounds
I am delirium, I am confusion
I am like a verse that is wrong
while death drops the curtain.