Spirits deceiving
Tongues in disguise
Hollow words that lie
Beneath so many
Fallacies of the dead
La mentira se esconde
Bajo mantos indiferentes
A nuestro dolor
Cálida, irrefutable
Cual una semilla
By the time you realize
Everything surrounding you
Is based on lies
You help to construct
With your bare hands
By the idle game
Of the fool
By the time you realize
Everything surrounding you
Is based on lies
You help to construct
With your bare hands
By the idle game
Of the fool
As i want to close my hands
Around your neck and feel your breathing
Fade away, whispering
Once again, one of your lies
I finally discover
I finally see
That nothing will change
For one pity death