[Lyrics by Eduardo]



In the nails with which you crucified me,

I no longer hang a thing. Alone...

It would be better, if you had changed into the bronze mirror

That encloses my blurred reflection in a unique compatibility.

I do not leave you alone by the scent of my opportune passage,

Which would come to you... Lonely, in life's conceded death!

The brilliant and fused foresight in which I had you.

You're delaying your appearance. 

So I suspect you've forgotten the thousand ways 

By which you would burn to me. 

You're late... 

Static night-light of tormented plasma that steals your pulse. 

Inviting, the frozen eyelids burn. Dark...