El carcelero en inglés

Ver Letra OriginalEl carcelero Jailer Lesky (nach) you 2006 is the time to escape you Nach: scroll for the dungeons of my mind there really a boy hanged their dreams hanging inert I have the enemy in my (Sleep latency) a jailer lives in you (Do not wake up) I hise haunts me has ground level when Blinking awake and pumping posed ice tears inside me was like a rite occult in my book Rap needs a exorcism and no one helps mutters the guard me and I said that I hide soon to be dust absorbs evil paranormal experience in the bathroom mirror I see my own funeral and that's why I'm young I do not smoke a pollen paranoia depression and those eyes no longer were seen as came and were moved to see that the foundation of my be removed was that it I black my smile in January exile since something strange to stay in my brain are enigmas I suffer from slippery Esquinzo stigma in dark alleys the jailer lives in my laughs milis ensifilis suffer vomiting crisis vilis I do not see my nemesis Volis just kiss her claws and encouragement of aguarrasas someone behind me call the parent cars and save me the daily ordeal cast hand and a rosary ommended the cosmos that decides the jailer is me slumbering my leg is redeemed his hands are my hands and (I almost hanged) your eyes are my eyes and (I admit) No caged section light windows (No morning light) on this side (My cell was locked me this animal is a I want to eat cannibal) the strangle me Tend my joy bandi (No more to do na my end is near) Lesky: this in my background with a soul cutting sword pausing my breath my feeling motto I take hold inside is difficult when you have a beast its closure attempt Maique disguised love Mayers insita me out but my veins blood flies there incuter said with such effect that you to me that the kid me I put on sale unfolds me an alien takes shape in the most horrendous if I want someone, someone has to let go because as you leave a thousand faces Velma thousand faces depression (Has Pensao in flight) I know I have to break out instruments items cupboard with me if I'm looking in the mirror and I did not like me spit but do not tell me you make me dislike the taste f*** is mine to kill you but I do know that if you die There are no sequels meet the hatred that I have to me it has to exploit like that stupid war of Iraq where the well-being peace I belong Central to this paradise the jailer earthly destructor the emotional weapon, weapon of destruction the personal his hands are my hands and (I almost hanged) your eyes are my eyes and (I admit) No caged section light windows (No morning light) on this side (My cell was locked me this animal is a I want to eat cannibal) the strangle me Tend my joy bandi (No more to do na my end is near) his hands are my hands and (I almost hanged) your eyes are my eyes and (I admit) No caged section light windows (No morning light) on this side (My cell was locked me this animal is a I want to eat cannibal) the strangle me Tend my joy bandi (No more to do na my end is near)