Anger... Intro para el show de los viejos...

I don't wanna know your senseless reasons, I don't wanna hear your words that only rise my pain. Everything you say makes me feel stoned with fear to lies, it makes me more and more concious of your mistakes, everything from you isolates me each time a little more.

When I remember that, I feel how my anger screams and throbs from the inside trying to make me feel as if I were burning beneath my skin; I remember... and I fell my blood running like lava through my veins, hurting me, driving me mad, blinding me, making me scratch my own chest, trying to liberate some of the rage other arose in me and that I carry inside.

Haven't you realized yet?
Can't you understand?
Can't you see your words hurt like wounds in my skin?
Cant' you see it's your fault that I feel this way?
Haven't you understood that reminding your kisses consumes me?

I face this all alone, I try to forget everything, but even death could not erase the anger in my soul. Moreover I'm not able to let go this sensation in my eyes, in my throat, in my heart... This sensation led by every tear, every beating, every memory,(a shot)
with fire, (a scream)
with fury, (a cry)
with your lies!, (a smoke)
with pain, (a beating)
with death, (a breathing)

with anger...