: Puede que sea tarde Para corregir Todo lo que arde Muy dentro de mi Mis malos recuerdos y mi inseguridad Mi nivel de autismo y que no paro de hablar
que estaban dormidas por eso hagamos, compadre, las formas cooperativas. Ya se acaba el latifundio el campo al que lo trabaja se hace la reforma agraria
Puede que sea tarde Para corregir Todo lo que arde Muy dentro de mi Mis malos recuerdos y mi inseguridad Mi nivel de autismo y que no paro de hablar
Puede que sea tarde para corregir todo lo que arde muy dentro de mi Mis malos recuerdos y mi inseguridad mi nivel de autismo y que no paro de hablar
No, ooh No, no, no You know there are two sides To every story See, I don't know why your cryin' like a bitch Talkin' shit like a snitch? Why'd you write
Reformation, reformation I saw you running through my dreams A sun burst through a cloudy scene Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, reformation
Until you?re reformed I'm not about to try Time to please no one The first at last begins You martyr, you child You should ask for more I'm tired of
Ripped, ripped apart torn, torn to shreds Reformation is terror Re-arrange the exterior Exuviae the body When will we begin Searching for the unholy
to admit I might self-destruct So lock the windows and bolt the door 'Cause I've got enough problems without creating more I feel like I was born for devastation and reform
We're closed for renovation for spiffying up and grooming 'Cause customers are flocking and business has been booming We need refrigeration in our new
Reincarnate Grinding into dust This is my hate Stitching body parts Stealing the heart This is your new hell And this is your god Reformation The reformation
a foreign flag upon the city hall. See the idols rise where the heroes fall. Run away now! [Ooh ooh] Too late to fight. Run for your life! Reformation
secret I'm turning in I've chosen to give up There's something about your motives They never answer the questions The aging of all disasters will invoke reform
Not about to try Time to please no one The first and last begins You mutter, you child You should ask for more Tired of being your no one Fame
the contaminate and filth that roams amongst us, sterilizing our human forms Shredding tissue, fracturing bone Burning synapse, rewriting conscious A burial reforming