Every body has the same problems
Every body has the same doubts
The only thing that I hear they're complains
That the love just leave us
Desilucion and desamino,
We need healing
Because there's no medicine
For that depression
We are allergics
To love and to passion
We are allergics
To be still alone
Help us now
We wonder, what do we have to do right now?
Even we have the answer in ourselves
To avoid that the love become us at all
In monsters with thirst of revenge
It is a vicious circle
That is so contagious
And embittered
It's the effect
We are allergics
To love and to passion
We are allergics
To be still alone
Help us now
In fool versions
The love become us
Because we lose the definition
Of who in essence we are
We are allergics
To love and to passion
We are allergics
To be still alone
Help us now
Album: The Aftermaths Of Death (25 May, 2010)
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