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Ice cold hand of your newest enemySmell the fear as the bodies grow sweatyThe strongest god is the deity of the pettyIn the pantheon of isolated passionsHe winsFor the city sings its prayers to himWith every silent prejudiceAnd every warm smiling biasThe sky turns heavy and humorlessWe're redefining our sentienceIn the golden age of lonelinessAnd you think you're doing it,You're doing it, you're doing it rightAnd then like freshly opened eyesExposed to broad day lightIs this feeling or convincing?Or is my gut misleadingAll control is an illusionAnd all compassion is a drugSmile on dripPull the goddamn plugLong live the cult of thug, amenI'm walking down the streets of Los EmptinessI step over the ghost of hope still restlessLetras de cancionesAnd you think you're doing itYou're doing it, you're doing it rightYou keep your mind tightTo keep the mood lightDon't let yourself showDon't let the others knowIt's all just pretendMy greatest friendIs a black boxIn the golden ageOf lonelinessIn a world where men become demonsAnd women into witchesAll realness is fleetingHow easily it all switchesWith great overtures of friendshipThat don't mean shitWhen you're about to be somebody else's meal ticketAnd the irony is that it feeds the leechThat keeps us out of reachYou can not teachThe broken glass on the beachSet to lacerateThe heavy soles of fateJust when you thought it was safe to be alone From Letras Mania