Letra de Penta
Pointing downwards towards the stars With a rythm unnatural A union lost to the gun The three in me, the two in youTo the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular, soPain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted PainVulnerable when in reverse The leather apron ripped to shredsNothing's beautiful and everything is hurt Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair May the gentle work to the second rule On a perfect scale change is radical, soPain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted PainTo the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circularPain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wasted Pain, should not, should not be wastedNothing's beautiful and everything is hurt Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair May the gentle work to the second rule On a perfect scale change is radical