I've been living for to long without a name.
I've been searching even too much for a blame.
In those cases that I barely knew the point of my existence,
Comically, I just felt full of insistence.
Unfortunately, as I discovered how awful some days are
And how destruticble some of you can be,
I saw and felt the cold dark knife cutting scars
Splashing blood and good music up to my knees.
You know, rien n'était terrible since I saw the other side.
The experience's sounds made me cook my own mystakes,
And remeber you've been lying.
Ahora sé que ya no quiero buscar nada.
Encontré mis pecados y,
Con el nombre que reposaba en la salida.
