Sins Avenue (directo Sant Antoni'07)

SINS AVENUE

I spent my time in a bottle of wine,
My last glass was my last fight.
The lonely words are smashing to the wall,
Well, it's a picture of hopeless in to the hall.

I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.

I can't understand the smile on your face.
You seem dominated by the God's grace.
Your confidence, you know man, it's make me sick.
You are like the guardian of philantrophy.


I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.

Every moral system, you know, is fucking down,
I can't read the message, well, I'm so loud.
A pathetic attitude without ontological dudes.
A metaphysical shame, prototype mind.


I got no direction,
And you always seem alright.
You are so illuminated,
Innocence please comes back.

If you got the answers,
Well I got the questions for you,
They are searching another chance for leaving out of the sins avenue.