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(Martin / P. Lopez / Palma)

Time, time is cruel I see it in my hands.

Marks, marks of sins are writing on my skin.

The scars show me

The past was always merciless and real.

Deep inside my eyes.

Scars, scars of sorrow

Runs across my veins, my fate.

Deep inside my soul

The ground is moving.

Now I must learn to read my scars.

Sick, hiding from my wildest memories.

Lost, prisoner of my own fantasies.

The scare show me the future will be merciless and real.

Deep inside my eyes

Scars , scars of sorrow

Runs across my veins, my fate.

Deep inside my soul

The ground is moving.

Now I must learn to read my scars.

Deep inside my soul

The ground is moving.

Now I must learn to read my scars.