Garrucha

Dancing to garrucha, strappadoSlave you're lying whore tomorrow she will dieSoft white face staring eyes through the heartWait for the call sent from heaven's dead eclipsePlace this clear secret force in the chest of the dying whore her sorrow will ignite the earthLed to the firmament silentlyFace the crying whore tomorrow she will die in court blindBlind pale eyes fixed on dead clocks to kill the time blindLow voicesSecret unsung - the song records the voice closedOpened doors of the dying sourceThe point guides off to wait and suffer but they dance the blindedJudgment seeks their name with hurried vengeance for their life of silenceApproved the judge to the juryOrphan the plus from the minusLow voices speakBracePsychopathic slut shuts the mouth sewn shutAbout to turn deadTemper the burnIgnited in turn to kill dead timeDead clocks unwindCapturing deathFrayed light fades slowPay the parting costBurn slowAll will stand cheering for their own deathTurn around face the crowdChecking out the final taste you will have in the time that you waste in the firmamentClose out the agonizedForeshadow everyone cheering for their own deathSent without fear to be taken outEyes uncaring"Do what they say" ignited the wayPsychopathic slut