Quieto sin respirar mirando atrás
Una vieja verdad oculta está
Siento un frío en la piel que quema ya
Mis huesos que confunden fuego con placer
No sé qué es ni quién será
Bajo mis pies se oculta un viejo atardecer
Ya no queda nada más
No hay principio ni final
Correr sin pensarlo, sin pensarlo nada más
Los viejos momentos me golpean sin cesar
Vienes con tu cuerpo, con tu cuerpo de metal
Dices que no dices, que no dices la verdad
Un pequeño engendro nos lastima sin piedad
Y tu cuerpo explota como en la guerra mundial
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