I was in my house waiting my father and my brother
I heard something ,it's calling me since I was a kid ,and it always say "weak up" even If I'm not sleeping
I want to leave my house ,I opened the door and felt the air touching my hair ,the sun was cold in my cheeks ,it was summer ,and I feel the cold winter coming and escaping autumn
I walked away from my house , this is the first time I feel my house is very hunting that way ,while I was walking there ,I realized one thing and it was the most important thing I should realized in my dark life
I'm now a real human ,I were always close to live ,I don't want to live in a world that pretty soft rosas bleed in the light ,or cenicienta castillo turn to prison at night ,I walked away looking at my neighbors ,they were bleeding ,not just them ,everything ,the gardens ,the houses ,people ,animals even children ,I want to help them but they refused ,they think that I'm evil cause I hate the colores rosado, rosa and green , I walked around my neighborhood ,there were a house, the door was open ,and it sounds like the house is full with people , I entered people start staring at me like I'm the town freak ,I looked at the walls ,the walls were bleeding
a man came and told me to leave for ever
thinking that I'm the one who made this world harder
I was crying ,screaming ,I don't want to leave this world ,it's seem very save and worm
he's there ,I can feel his strong steps hit the ground , people calling him the king of the earth ,he take people's money and gave them a fake oro ,a fake hope ,a fake world
he was looking at me ,I know he want to do something to me
I don't want to look at him ,that make me feel powerful ,I took my cuchillo ,and walked away smiling that evil smile ,he was following me ,I crossed that world to another world ,to a real world
a world that when tu see rosas ,then tu see rosas not skulls ,a world that has a fuente of blood it was the only red blood tu can find in my real world ,a world, that black ,gray and red are the only colores that tu can see ,people there make me their queen
he's now behind me ,king of the fake world want to take his chance to destroy me ,but he couldn't take what he see in my world ,so he died ,he ran ,I don't care what happened to him ,he's not going to hurt me anymore ,that's what I care for
I want to close my world before anyone came ,when I looked through the door ,I saw happiness ,laughs ,roses ,birdies canto ,I see sun ,but I know that all that was a lie ,I closed the door forever ,here I belong ,and here is save ,and here I'll be forever
(I hope tu get what I meant with all this ,and I hope tu get my point )
I heard something ,it's calling me since I was a kid ,and it always say "weak up" even If I'm not sleeping
I want to leave my house ,I opened the door and felt the air touching my hair ,the sun was cold in my cheeks ,it was summer ,and I feel the cold winter coming and escaping autumn
I walked away from my house , this is the first time I feel my house is very hunting that way ,while I was walking there ,I realized one thing and it was the most important thing I should realized in my dark life
I'm now a real human ,I were always close to live ,I don't want to live in a world that pretty soft rosas bleed in the light ,or cenicienta castillo turn to prison at night ,I walked away looking at my neighbors ,they were bleeding ,not just them ,everything ,the gardens ,the houses ,people ,animals even children ,I want to help them but they refused ,they think that I'm evil cause I hate the colores rosado, rosa and green , I walked around my neighborhood ,there were a house, the door was open ,and it sounds like the house is full with people , I entered people start staring at me like I'm the town freak ,I looked at the walls ,the walls were bleeding
a man came and told me to leave for ever
thinking that I'm the one who made this world harder
I was crying ,screaming ,I don't want to leave this world ,it's seem very save and worm
he's there ,I can feel his strong steps hit the ground , people calling him the king of the earth ,he take people's money and gave them a fake oro ,a fake hope ,a fake world
he was looking at me ,I know he want to do something to me
I don't want to look at him ,that make me feel powerful ,I took my cuchillo ,and walked away smiling that evil smile ,he was following me ,I crossed that world to another world ,to a real world
a world that when tu see rosas ,then tu see rosas not skulls ,a world that has a fuente of blood it was the only red blood tu can find in my real world ,a world, that black ,gray and red are the only colores that tu can see ,people there make me their queen
he's now behind me ,king of the fake world want to take his chance to destroy me ,but he couldn't take what he see in my world ,so he died ,he ran ,I don't care what happened to him ,he's not going to hurt me anymore ,that's what I care for
I want to close my world before anyone came ,when I looked through the door ,I saw happiness ,laughs ,roses ,birdies canto ,I see sun ,but I know that all that was a lie ,I closed the door forever ,here I belong ,and here is save ,and here I'll be forever
(I hope tu get what I meant with all this ,and I hope tu get my point )
What do tu want to do?
We run upstairs, turn on the TV and say,
Hey, I'm bored, so whaddya wanna do???
So I don't do it the normal way, so what
Instead, I go inicial each día and I open up my list
Of how to save the world
I know it's childish, but what do tu care?
At least it's better than doing nothing at all
At least I do something than nothing at all
What? Call me naive, crazy, a baby, I don't care
No, I don't care about what tu say about me
Cuz I don't wake up every morning and say,
What's today? What's today?
What's tomorrow? What's tomorrow?
I just nod my head and say it's gonna be fine
Cuz it's a brand-new day
The creeking silence of age echos through the streets.
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
o maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied por the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
o maybe they’ve just disappeared
Where have all the children gone?
Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything
Where have all the children gone?
Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied
Emptied por the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.
Where have all the children gone?
We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening
Where have all the children gone?