Y dices de mi que yo soy una promesa sin cumplir. Entonces tú eres un sueño recurrente, un anhelo, un continuo pensamiento, una necesidad más que física. 

Una derrota.

[We have no future
heaven wasn't made for me
we burn ourselves to hell
as fast as it can be
and I wish that I could be a king
then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
Sell each others shit
sometimes I feel so worthless
sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
then I'd know that I am not alone]