CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Saint Dymphna
Getting used to battery
Getting used to getting through it
Consequence of no consequence
If any calm, a calm despair
Each nite is stupid
Callous, severe
Each nite is out of control
Brutal and cruel
Headphones turned up
Cuckoo and bright
Scream into the flickering void
Black lipstick
No eyebrows
Black pharmacy hair
No safe place to stay
You've tried to run before
And you will try again
He is not what you are
His life is not the end
Caring not for the thorns
But the thorns are always therе
Wait as you lead the way
Maculate to immaculatе
Each day, ludicrous
Cuckoo and bright
Each day preposterous rot
Brutal and cruel
Volca turned up
Callous, severe
Riot into glittering space
Black trench coat
No bus pass
Black pointed shoes
No safe place to stay
You’ve tried to run before
And you will try again
He is not what you are
His life is not the end
You've tried to run before
And you will try again
This is not what you are
This life is not the end
Getting used to getting through it
Consequence of no consequence
If any calm, a calm despair
Each nite is stupid
Callous, severe
Each nite is out of control
Brutal and cruel
Headphones turned up
Cuckoo and bright
Scream into the flickering void
Black lipstick
No eyebrows
Black pharmacy hair
No safe place to stay
You've tried to run before
And you will try again
He is not what you are
His life is not the end
Caring not for the thorns
But the thorns are always therе
Wait as you lead the way
Maculate to immaculatе
Each day, ludicrous
Cuckoo and bright
Each day preposterous rot
Brutal and cruel
Volca turned up
Callous, severe
Riot into glittering space
Black trench coat
No bus pass
Black pointed shoes
No safe place to stay
You’ve tried to run before
And you will try again
He is not what you are
His life is not the end
You've tried to run before
And you will try again
This is not what you are
This life is not the end