For every life you reap,
Add another stone to your spineless back.
I want to be your living insomnia
I want to eat at you
I want to bury your filthy crown
I want to be the hour of sleep that you f*cking lose.
Imbeciles, imbeciles.
Que pueden entender?
Imbeciles, imbeciles.
Que pueden entender?
Ni Mierda!
You will know me by my howl
You will know me by my gaze
You will know the stone that's crushing your back.
For every that life you reap,
Add another stone on your spineless back.
Fill your greed, with someone else's f*cking soul.