Wasted in rum through the boundaries of hell
The price for escaping obedience
Down in a hole of a mystical trench
Pleasuring yourself
I'm bewitched by the winds of the gulf
Infesting the waters, the swamp is my throne
Possessed by the arrogance and vanity
Of knowing what you are living for
Are you dead yet or alive?
Where is your legacy?
Gone!
Vivos o muertos!
Vivos o muertos!
Vivos o muertos!
Only to be valued and treasure by the scum of this life
What I said and when I said it cannot be erased from the past
Eternity secured, far from the sun
Spinning in black vinyl circles turning in time
What are you willing to sacrifice?
What are you willing to die for?