domingo, 19 de septiembre de 2010


No es que sea uno de esos grupos que me apasionan o que merezcan un reconociemiento musical increible, pero la letra me viene perfecta, asi que...solo hay que leer. Con lo cual no escuches, lée.


How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)

Wake me up
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)

Wake me up
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside
Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead

All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything

Without thought, without voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life

Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)

Wake me up
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside
Bring me to life

domingo, 5 de septiembre de 2010

Nunca volveremos a ser los mismos



Mierda de vida, engaños, falsedades, dobles caras, puñaladas traperas, colegeos, comentarios y miradas... idas de olla, ego decreciente y locura, descontrol, obcecación...

Respira

Sentimientos encontrados, buscando una razón para mantenerse cuerda y no traspasar la linea de la locura, vacío, desilusión, caida, no somos nada,ya no queda nada...NADA.

Música: La Dama Blanka-Hardgore