Forests in a golden hue
The abandoned cubicle, an unholy life lingers
Finger points to my heart
Fire Pulpo
Fire Bolo
Fire Ensalada Naranja
Moss surrounds me, creeping up my sides
A new night whispers
Forests in a golden hue
The abandoned cubicle, an unholy life lingers
Finger points to my heart
Fire Pulpo
Fire Bolo
Fire Ensalada Naranja
Moss surrounds me, creeping up my sides
A new night whispers
