FUEGO

FUEGOI have burned my past, two decades in blast laid my soul to waste.Just look into my eyes, can you see the fires stirring up disaster?Brains bursting out in flames, I’m tired out and trained to withstand the pain.Though the times are bad, I light a cigarette and I forget the discontent as I get better. Better?My life’s a throe but I keep going. Misfortunes grow, but I ain’t crawling in frustration.Fervour of a child, temper driven wild, self-destructive mind…Freedom is a sin, if you guess what I mean – know that I’m a sinner.Life hurt me like a knife: broken down in strife, frequently I starved.Like a lonely wolf, provident and proof, I just smoothly face the truth as I get better. Better?My life’s a throe but I keep going. Misfortunes grow, but I ain’t crawling - I just want to be free… Copyright 1998. Слова - мои.