Angels In Your Wardrobe

Angels In Your Wardrobe

Cutting yourself loose
There are no angels
In your wardrobe
You’re on your own

And all that make-up sells
What you can’t see
Across the mirror
You’re beautiful

Together, together
We’d make it better
Holding on to an horizon.
Your self doubt,
And your exposure
To cameras, and flashes
Could be distinctive
Everlasting,
Self destruction

Chorus I
And as the days
They pass, you feel
Like you’ve been
Left for dead
And finding your way home
Ain’t easy
When you’ve been
Left for dead

While dreaming in silence
There’s no objection
Your awareness, my confession
All you hope
is that
Tomorrow, tomorrow
You don’t feel borrowed
Videotaping
your obsession.

Correct me, if I’m wrong
But you never listened
All I warned you,
All you suffered.
You just walked
The lounge in silence
Then nothing could bring you
To tears; no sorrows.
It was nice; you hoped it lasted

Chorus II

And as the days

Pass by, you notice that,

You've been left

On your own

And there's no one

To hold on tight to

As you've been left

on your own

Chorus I

Dream Awake

Dream Awake

What would you do If one day
You just noticed you’ve been
Dreaming your best moments
While you were awake
And your dearest, dearest friends
Are anything but them

And all of those stupid pointless fights
Ain’t nothing
Compared to the time when
I say to them goodbye
Then even our tears
Won’t hide our smiles

Pre-Chorus
Far are the times
When I used to laugh high
And then our voices
Would raise and make one

Chorus
Taken tolls
And I’m ready to leave
Not hoping for answers
Just getting a breath
Different places
Places still
Darkened squares
Burnt down bridge

And what would you do if the same
Day you noticed
You’ve been making up excuses
To escape from their games
And the deepest of your hopes
Can’t make any change

And maybe this time there’s no place
To keep hiding from the
Loneliest of dead thoughts
While smiling to hate
And the fact that all those dreams
Won’t take you anywhere

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

IX

09 Soy (Fui)

No toques al niño; duerme con las luces prendidas.
No toques al niño; duerme con las luces prendidas.
Como lo hiciste con migo, como lo hiciste con ellos,
Tu cara asustaba entonces.
No toques al niño; duerme bajo sus sábanas.
No toques al niño; duerme bajo sus sábanas.
(Las marcas que nos dejaste ya ni se notan).

Depressing Thursdays

Depressing Thursdays

And all the other days
I spent alone
I never felt more bored
Than I’m right now

Maybe yours isn’t that bad
To start with
Scream out your best hope
To stay alive

Pre Chorus
Oh (?)

Chorus x2
And now it seems
We never face them
When all we do is
To hide our crying
And we won’t stop
Skipping out classes
Just to feel
We were born to lose

Post-Chorus
We were born to lose
And we’re tired
Of always coming
In fourth place
We were born to lose
And still
They always
Get us down

Another tear is falling down
They’ve scored
Tell me something
That’s worth trying for

In other words we’re here
To take the blame
We’re the ones
Who got beat up at school

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

Part C
Oh, goodbye
I'm tired of this place
But I am going nowhere
And you
Must think that I’m
Just feeling rejected,
Cause I get depressed on Thursdays
How I hate depressing Thursdays

Chorus II x2
And you may laugh
About my future

Chorus III x2
And don’t you laugh
About my future
Cause then
I’ll be the one to laugh

Post-Chorus

VIII

08 Todas Mis Máscaras

Ahora yo voy para atrás; vuelvo a empezar. Termino (empiezo) solo de nuevo. Llevo años de llantos escondidos en risas, y cada vez que tratan de escaparse, los mato.
Siempre fui yo en realidad. Todas esas máscaras son mis mejores mentiras. Y fue útil que me creyeran por un tiempo, pero no iba a poder seguir escondiendome.
Esto es lo que soy; siempre expectante ante sus cambios. Cada vez mas vulnerable.

All The Mess You Own

All The Mess You Own 23/05/08

Cross the hallway
There’s no thrill
Being followed
What’s the point
Of it
Differential manners in did

Call them fake words
If you need
Call them twisted
Dreams of me
All in one
All by the line

Pre-chorus
You couldn’t go and talk like that
Cause no abuse could be denied
When you hide yourself
In those blood-injected eyes

Chorus
And now you’re sitting in your bed
Wishing your life wasn’t a mess
Trying to find the answer
To every question that passes through your head
Now you start asking to yourself
If your life is worth the pain
Well it’s up to you now
Well it’s up to you now

What it takes
To turn you on
Where’s the fun
If there’s no choice
Price all the mess you own

Get yourself up
Every night
Like Helpless wounds
To cure a scar
Hiding such
An endless cut

Pre-Chorus

Part C x2
by the line
Hide your scars
There’s no way
Of getting busted

Chorus x2

After All

After All 09/05/08

Discouraged after all
You’re hair’s a mess
There is nothing
Left to prove

Alone and desperate
But it’s all right
As you weren’t
Gonna stand and talk
Half dead

And your self consciousness
It corresponds
Cause you never really
Liked your self
In first place

Chorus
Besides the fact
There’s no one here
You feel you never
Keep it real
Your misconception
Wasn’t clear
Now we don’t care
If you’re not near
Another rather
Fucked up you
Tells us you’re different
A “whole new view”
And what about
Those friends you used;
Not coming back
To help you

Part C
Afraid to death
To death itself
Afraid to debt,
To failure

Chorus

Discouraged after all
But it’s all right
Cause you never really
Liked yourself
Or her help
You’re turning me
Destructive