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@ Juanpedro Gambin martinez
2026-09-04 22:46:01
Lyrics
Enemigo agazapado
Propaganda que promueve
Y pensar que sus raíces
Puñaladas que te ieren
Apuñalar es un arma en doble filo
Un veneno que en su boca
Es la lengua que se muerde
Somos fichas en su mesa
De un ganar que el se cree
Soy el rey en mi tablero
El amor que me sostiene
Con el paso de las horas
Mi reloj no se detiene
Son puñalas doble filo que te vuelve
Intenciones que a lo lejos
La energía que desprende
Es maldad que se refleja
Un caer de sus paredes
Se avecina una tormenta
Por erir a quien te quiere
Eres pasto que se seca
Eres polvo en las paredes
Un demonio que marchita
A su paso todo muere
Son puñalas
A lurking enemy
Propaganda being spread
And to think of his roots
Stabs that wound you
Stabbing is a double-edged weapon
A poison in his mouth
It is the tongue that bites itself
We are pieces on his board
In a game he thinks he’s winning
I am the king on my own board
Sustained by love
As the hours tick by
My clock does not stop
Double-edged stabs that turn back on you
Intentions seen from afar
The energy he gives off
It is malice reflected
His walls crumbling down
A storm is brewing
For hurting those who love you
You are withering grass
You are dust on the walls
A withering demon
Everything dies in his wake
They are stabs
Propaganda que promueve
Y pensar que sus raíces
Puñaladas que te ieren
Apuñalar es un arma en doble filo
Un veneno que en su boca
Es la lengua que se muerde
Somos fichas en su mesa
De un ganar que el se cree
Soy el rey en mi tablero
El amor que me sostiene
Con el paso de las horas
Mi reloj no se detiene
Son puñalas doble filo que te vuelve
Intenciones que a lo lejos
La energía que desprende
Es maldad que se refleja
Un caer de sus paredes
Se avecina una tormenta
Por erir a quien te quiere
Eres pasto que se seca
Eres polvo en las paredes
Un demonio que marchita
A su paso todo muere
Son puñalas
A lurking enemy
Propaganda being spread
And to think of his roots
Stabs that wound you
Stabbing is a double-edged weapon
A poison in his mouth
It is the tongue that bites itself
We are pieces on his board
In a game he thinks he’s winning
I am the king on my own board
Sustained by love
As the hours tick by
My clock does not stop
Double-edged stabs that turn back on you
Intentions seen from afar
The energy he gives off
It is malice reflected
His walls crumbling down
A storm is brewing
For hurting those who love you
You are withering grass
You are dust on the walls
A withering demon
Everything dies in his wake
They are stabs
Style of Music
Meta rock punk rock , Bagpipes, Bass, Fiddle, Flute, Electric Guitar, Violin, Keyboard, Drums, Moderate (76-108 BPM)