Frío

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, the ceremony of desolation,
I'm a stranger in paradise, I'm a toy of disillusionment.
I'm burning and feeling cold, cold.
I shout the names, no one answers, I lost the way back home,
I know I'm going but I don't know where, I search for the beginning and only find the end.
The waves break the sandcastle, the ceremony of desolation,
I'm a stranger in paradise, I'm a toy of disillusionment.
I'm burning and feeling cold, cold, cold, cold.
The dream ends, the shot rings out, I'm delirium, I'm confusion,
I'm just a verse that's wrong as death drops the curtain.
The waves break the sandcastle, the ceremony of desolation,
I'm a stranger in paradise, I'm a toy of disillusionment.
I'm burning and feeling cold, cold. Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold.