¿Que cuentas tengo pendientes con el tiempo?
¿Por que pesa mas un estigma del pasado que todo lo que mis sentimientos representan?
¿Por que razon sin importar lo que pase siempre tengo que salir lastimado?
¿Que acaso los fragmentos de mi corazon no significan nada?
¿Tan poco importo de verdad?
¿Soy solo una sombra mas del bosque?
¿Soy una montaña mas de los alpes?
¿Por que la balanza mira al pasado y no a mi presente?
¿Existira la persona que lea las letras de mi alma y realmente entienda su lenguaje?
¿O estoy destinado a esperar a quien no existe?
Kamelot: -The Human Stain-
See the cemetery sky
Carmine red and deep
Watch the oceans rising high
It's the human stain
Talk about the growing hunger
Ask why with deep concerned
Don't you think the human races
Is ceaselessly vain
[CHORUS]
But it hurts to be
Alive my friend
In this silent tide
We’re driftwood passing by
Don't you wish you
Were a child again
Just for a minute
Just for a minute more
Hear the ticking of a clock
The sound of life itself
No one really wants to die
To save the world
Tell me that you're torn asunder
From how we fail to learn
And tell me if the Earth goes under
Where's your anger now
[CHORUS]
So it hurts to
Be alive, my friend
In this masquerade where
All one day must die
Don't you wish you
Were unborn again
Just for a minute
Just for a minute more
Tic-Toc
The ticking at the tear asunder
The beating from a heart of stone
The loss of your divine prosperity
[CHORUS]
'Cause it costs to
Be alive, my friend
And this life that someone
Merely gave to you
That’s the price you pay
Minute by minute
You beg for a minute more