Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla

歌詞

This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride. black blood dotting our warmth. ending our contentment. this place is a contorted altar. I must seek strength from somwhere, for I've reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times. cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees. hello autumn, I need not your companionship. doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity. revive me doctines! await the day, when all our blood will wash away. the world's balance I'm too familiar with; selfishness outweighs genorosity blindness produced by your own hands afront your face. lips bleeding with guilt. frightful little fiends. if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion? lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction