Behind Enemy Lies
There's one thing about life you got to know
You learn how to live, you learn how to die
Fuck
No philosophy
No dead ends
We know what you want
He was standing alone
Feeling so cold
With no hopes in his soul
Trying to find
A way to survive
Or a reason to fight
He's fighting for nothing
And he can't really understand
How can someone just decide
Who is right who is wrong
His hands are shaking
He can't breathe can't feel anything
His blood is so cold and
His wounds just don't hurt anymore
The scars of the war
Will never heal
Won't leave him behind
No matter who lives no matter who dies
He's just killing himself
He's fighting for nothing
And he can't really understand
How can someone just decide
Who is right who is wrong
His hands are shaking
He can't breathe can't feel anything
His blood is so cold and
His wounds just don't hurt anymore
He's hiding secrets
That he would never tell
His spirit is broken
He can't face himself
He's just a puppet
He's under control
He doesn't have any will of his own
He doesn't remember
What he had back home
He still doesn't know
Why he's fighting and what for?
He can't face himself
He's hiding secrets
That he would never tell
His spirit is broken
He can't face himself
He's just a puppet
He's under control
He doesn't have any will of his own
He doesn't remember
What he had back home
He still doesn't know
Why he's fighting and what for?
He can't face himself
Detrás de Mentiras Enemigas
Hay una cosa sobre la vida que debes saber
Aprendes a vivir, aprendes a morir
Maldición
Sin filosofía
Sin callejones sin salida
Sabemos lo que quieres
Él estaba parado solo
Sintiéndose tan frío
Sin esperanzas en su alma
Tratando de encontrar
Una forma de sobrevivir
O una razón para luchar
Está luchando por nada
Y realmente no puede entender
Cómo alguien puede decidir
Quién tiene razón y quién está equivocado
Sus manos tiemblan
No puede respirar, no puede sentir nada
Su sangre está tan fría y
Sus heridas simplemente ya no duelen más
Las cicatrices de la guerra
Nunca sanarán
No lo dejarán atrás
No importa quién viva, no importa quién muera
Él solo se está matando a sí mismo
Está luchando por nada
Y realmente no puede entender
Cómo alguien puede decidir
Quién tiene razón y quién está equivocado
Sus manos tiemblan
No puede respirar, no puede sentir nada
Su sangre está tan fría y
Sus heridas simplemente ya no duelen más
Él está ocultando secretos
Que nunca revelaría
Su espíritu está quebrado
No puede enfrentarse a sí mismo
Él es solo un títere
Está bajo control
No tiene voluntad propia
No recuerda
Lo que tenía en casa
Todavía no sabe
Por qué está luchando y para qué
No puede enfrentarse a sí mismo
Él está ocultando secretos
Que nunca revelaría
Su espíritu está quebrado
No puede enfrentarse a sí mismo
Él es solo un títere
Está bajo control
No tiene voluntad propia
No recuerda
Lo que tenía en casa
Todavía no sabe
Por qué está luchando y para qué
No puede enfrentarse a sí mismo