Besedila: Outlandish. Closer Than Veins. Nothing Left To Do.

Una mirada ojos que matan
De rodillas en tentacion
Una palabra y no puede darle el no
Una noche y su alma quiebra con

Tremenda fuerza y quien puede reprocharle
Conosco ese momento de flojedad
Veneno tierno que siembra la ansiedad
Cada dia tan confuso

Sus demonios fuertes intrusos
Cada noche su alma apuesta

Warm smile, long blonde hair
Pretty green eyes and skin damned fair
For sure lucky to get with a girl like that
Couldn?t pass this chance no matter what

Shared a rock then went to her place
Substances and adrenaline made his heart race
So unreal floating on a white cloud
So surreal premonition of a white shroud

Pretty woman though not all she seemed
Soon grim reality and not a dream
Wasn?t the first certainly, not her last
Moment of weakness became victim of her past

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape from this hell
Turn back time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait

Mocking and slandering won?t relent
Day after day giving no chance to repent
Routinely insulted, no concern or respect
No chance to ponder or chance to reflect

World around him getting colder
Heavy burden carried on his shoulders
Tellin? him, ?I told ya?, none to turn to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his life cut short

Pretty woman though not all she seemed
Soon grim reality and not a dream
Wasn?t the first certainly, not her last
Moment of weakness became victim of her past

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape from this hell
Turn back time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait

Positive results, result of his whim
But this BS should happen to others not him
The poison slowly runnin? through his blood
Judged and damned by men as if they?re God

Lord knows that it?s hard, frozen out by best friends and excluded
Spend his cold dark days alone and secluded
What life is about? Thoughts running between confusion and doubt
Fading gradually like a tree from drought

Mmm, gettin? weaker day by day, future lookin? bleaker
Suffering in pain, slowly dying, mama crying
Eatin? by this virus, slowly fading away, hey
Fading gradually like a tree from drought

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape from this hell
Turn back time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait

Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape from this hell
Turn back time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait