Algunas veces no es grato ser bueno. Ser bueno puede llegar a ser algo horrible. Y te lo digo sabiendo que quizá te parezca una afirmación muy contradictoria. Qué quiere Dios? El bien o que uno elija el camino del bien? Quizás el hombre que elige el mal es, en cierto modo, mejor que aquel a quien se le impone el bien.

sábado, 15 de agosto de 2009

Dig Up Her Bones

Anything is what she is.
Anywhere is where she's from.

Anything is what she'll be.
Anything as long as it's mine.

And the door it opens, is the way back in
or is it the way back out.

Anyplace is where she'll be.
Anyplace she'll see you from
.
Lies and secrets become your world

anytime, anywhere, she takes me away.
And death climbs up the steps one by one to give you the rose that's been burnt by her son.

Po
int me to the sky above,
I can get there on my own,
walk me to the graveyard

dig up her bones
.

I have seen the demon's face.
I have heard of her death place
.
I fall down on my knees
in praise of the
horrible things that took her away.
And death climbs up the steps one by one
to give you the rose that's been burnt by her son.

Point me to the sky above,
I can get there on my own,
walk me to the graveyard

dig up her bones
.

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