Kiss Of The Blade
You made your time, you made the harmony
For the symphony of Life
Dumped in drums, created cacophony
But you won't have a single clap
Don't Matter What you do
You caught the iron, made the steel
And made the sweet turn into sour
Kissed the blades, tasted your blood
But you won't make a single war
Don't Matter What you do
You made a run, You've made a fall
From the End that is getting near
You felt the razorblade, the freezing cage
But you won't make a single step
Oh, son, this life you live
[This joke, you trying to fit in]
You've tasted indifference
[But don't cry, my son]
Oh, little son, you're gonna die
[Hush! Dush! Don't cry]
Don't matter what you do
El Beso De La Cuchilla
Hiciste tu tiempo, hiciste la armonía
Para la sinfonía de la Vida
Arrojado en tambores, creaste cacofonía
Pero no tendrás ni un solo aplauso
No importa lo que hagas
Atrapaste el hierro, hiciste el acero
Y convertiste lo dulce en amargo
Besar las cuchillas, probar tu sangre
Pero no desatarás una sola guerra
No importa lo que hagas
Hiciste una carrera, hiciste una caída
Desde el Fin que se acerca
Sentiste la cuchilla de afeitar, la jaula congelante
Pero no darás un solo paso
Oh, hijo, esta vida que vives
[Esta broma, tratando de encajar]
Has probado la indiferencia
[Pero no llores, hijo mío]
Oh, pequeño hijo, vas a morir
[¡Silencio! ¡No llores!]
No importa lo que hagas