Shape Shifters
They stare at you with hollow eyes
Still you can't figure out what they really want
Clearest greed has closed their lips
With bleeding heart you have to face their tricks
They'll take you in, they'll spit you out
Down on your knees you have to face their crowd
without dreams your world can't remain in sight
You're trapped in their world, world of disguise
Your corrupted soul won't be reborn
At the end of the day they will deny you and your like
Judgement is now in the hands of the most inept
Shape shifters
they don't care what you feel
they don't care if you bleed
you've sold your soul for those
who don't give a shit
Shape shifters
they don't care what you feel
they don't care if you bleed
you've sold your soul for those
who don't give a shit
Your soul is like an empty shell
Prayers to god will not change a thing
The truth is always the first victim of war
And that is what they are waiting for
Your corrupted soul won't be reborn
At the end of the day they will deny you and your like
Judgement is now in the hands of the most inept
Shape shifters
they don't care what you feel
they don't care if you bleed
you've sold your soul for those
who don't give a shit
Shape shifters
they don't care what you feel
they don't care if you bleed
you've sold your soul for those
who don't give a shit
Cambiantes de forma
Te miran con ojos vacíos
Aún no puedes descifrar lo que realmente quieren
La codicia más clara ha sellado sus labios
Con el corazón sangrante debes enfrentar sus trucos
Te llevarán, te escupirán
De rodillas debes enfrentar a su multitud
Sin sueños, tu mundo no puede permanecer a la vista
Estás atrapado en su mundo, mundo de disfraces
Tu alma corrupta no renacerá
Al final del día te negarán a ti y a los tuyos
El juicio está ahora en manos de los más ineptos
Cambiantes de forma
no les importa lo que sientes
no les importa si sangras
has vendido tu alma por aquellos
a quienes no les importa un carajo
Cambiantes de forma
no les importa lo que sientes
no les importa si sangras
has vendido tu alma por aquellos
a quienes no les importa un carajo
Tu alma es como una concha vacía
Las oraciones a Dios no cambiarán nada
La verdad siempre es la primera víctima de la guerra
Y eso es lo que están esperando
Tu alma corrupta no renacerá
Al final del día te negarán a ti y a los tuyos
El juicio está ahora en manos de los más ineptos
Cambiantes de forma
no les importa lo que sientes
no les importa si sangras
has vendido tu alma por aquellos
a quienes no les importa un carajo
Cambiantes de forma
no les importa lo que sientes
no les importa si sangras
has vendido tu alma por aquellos
a quienes no les importa un carajo