Ill Nino

This thought sets in
You make me sick, physical realm
Forcing you right where you are
A sinner. Perdido en paz
Cubrido en madness
This thought just makes me sick
Push the mind less rebel
I witness who you are
Cutting demons of emotional wrath
Cut up into pieces, caught up in your wrath
Slaving to the anger inside
This depression is mine
I am not gonna breathe your lie
It's drowning me away
This obsession is mine
I am not gonna breed your lie
It's driving me away to save you
Who's gonna save you [who's gonna save you now]
All is lost, it's stripped away somehow
I am sick, suppressed and now perdido,