the walls won’t talk my thoughts don’t tell me much I don’t remember sitting here before the walls won’t talk and I don’t hear a sound a rotten smell is giving me some clues
I’m the end of the bloodline
es mi sangre
yeah I’m the chosen one I am the truth in every lie I’m the one who saves and this is the chair where I belong
the walls won’t talk but I can hear you pray the world looks quite interesting from here