Cicatriz ESP

Do you recall its name ? As it suggested beck and call, this face and heel. Will drag your halo through the mud, ash of pompei. Erupting in a statues dust, shrouded in veils, because these handcuffs hurt too much. Still scalping this ticketless applause. And when they drag the lake there’s nothing left at all. Sutured, contusion..beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague. I’ve lost my way. Even if this cul de sac would pay. To reach inside a vault, whatever be the cost. Sterling clear blackened ice, and when they drag the lake there’s nothing left at all. I’ve defected……..I’ve defected…..I’ve defected. This is my last incision…the stitches have defected. Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague. I’ve lost my way, even if this cul de sac did pay….beyond the anthills of..I’ve lost my way. Even if you reach inside a vault, whatever be the cost. Sterling clear blackened ice. And when they drag they lake there’s nothing left at all. I’ve defected….. I’ve defected……