Gun

Entonces, dime ¿cómo lograste despertar?
Se repite una y otra vez ese sonido narcótico, adrenalina.
Yo también puedo ser una mala persona, puedo humillarte hasta le cansancio, puedo lograr que te arrastres, puedo querer desgarrarte la piel y morder tus entrañas hasta arrancar en pedazos tu carne
Puedo olor el miedo cuando me tienes cerca.

comosealoqueseawhateveri´vedone

Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness Who's longing for some rest
And feeling numb

What do you expect to be? What is it you want? Whatever you've planned for me I'm not the one

A vicious appetite It visits me each night And won't be satisfied Won't be denied An unbearable pain A beating in my brain That leaves the mark of cain Right here inside

What am I supposed to do? When everything that I've done Is leading me to conclude I'm not the one

Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun Whatever I've done (whatever, whatever)

Is there something you need from me? Are you having your fun? I never agreed to be Your Holy One

Whatever I've done I've been staring down the barrel of a gun Whatever I've done (whatever, whatever)
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
Whatever I've done (whatever, forever) I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Barrel of a gun