Values
A man of sleeves and pockets full
His story has no theme
In the end his life is so empty
All he has are dreams
Enprisioned by his ignorance
He bets on darkened odds
In the end he's so faithless
All he has are gods
Empowered by his inner gloom
His life keeps on burning
In the end he's so poor
All he has is money
Oh his honor, oh his honesty
His values have no value
Oh his virtues, his integrity
His values have no value
A blended glass of miseries
A toast to his blindness
In the end he's so stranded
His only light is darkness
With his blank soul, with his heart of stone
He will die forevermore
As the world crawls trough it's agony
He pays to live in war
With no honor, with no honesty
He will die forevermore
As the world crawls trough it's agony
He pays to live in war
Valores
Un hombre de mangas y bolsillos llenos
Su historia no tiene tema
Al final su vida es tan vacía
Todo lo que tiene son sueños
Atrapado por su ignorancia
Apuesta por probabilidades oscurecidas
Al final es tan desleal
Todo lo que tiene son dioses
Potenciado por su oscuridad interna
Su vida sigue ardiendo
Al final es tan pobre
Todo lo que tiene es dinero
Oh su honor, oh su honestidad
Sus valores no tienen valor
Oh sus virtudes, su integridad
Sus valores no tienen valor
Un vaso mezclado de miserias
Un brindis por su ceguera
Al final está tan varado
Su única luz es la oscuridad
Con su alma en blanco, con su corazón de piedra
Morirá para siempre
Mientras el mundo se arrastra en su agonía
Paga por vivir en guerra
Sin honor, sin honestidad
Morirá para siempre
Mientras el mundo se arrastra en su agonía
Paga por vivir en guerra