El tiempo todo lo ve Time sees all.

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

Meta rock punk rock , Bagpipes, Bass, Fiddle, Flute, Electric Guitar, Violin, Keyboard, Drums, Moderate (76-108 BPM)