The limitis of our moonscape
Priscila Rey, Ana Rocío G.F.
It gives me creep the way you break all time the world
Like if you didn't love anything at all
It gives me creep the way you act like if you were God
But God would look at you falling into the hole
You can’t escape from this misery
The time is coming around you
It gives me creep the way you get away with it
And all the things you won with dirty tricks
You can't escape from this misery
The time is coming around you
At the end we are alone in the limits of our moonscape
No one can save us
You can't escape from this misery
You will burn in your own sins
The time is coming around you