Ya no queda casi nada para su próximo disco… Get Mean. 9 de cada 10 dentistas lo recomiendan, el decimo está brotado y tiene un arma, mejor ignorarle.

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A ver si con esto puedo salir del loop de Pain ( >,<)

What is it that you are doing here?
I know, I don’t know
What is it that you are doing my dear?
I know, I don’t know
I am gonna follow you tonight
All the way, all the way home
I am gonna find you in the night
All the way, all the way home

You see me you see a stranger
I see you I see danger
Pain, always pain

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Un anime curiosote para verse en estas calurosas tardes de verano que nos esperan.

There is a world in which an endless rain of dark ash fills the sky, and covers the earth. Humanity, fearing the ash that burns and melts away human flesh, had no choice but to cover themselves in protective suits, and their faces with gigantic masks. Bundled up in their suits and hidden away behind their masks, the people have fled deep within the underground. This is the story of the children growing up in this fearful world, this is “COCOLORS”.

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Pues a ver qué onda ( ^__^)

¡Distopia a ritmo de Lorn! AI Videos para todos, aquello de Robots build robots no está ya muy lejos.

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I want to be near fresh laundry
It’s been too many years of not folding

These days, no one’s bothering me ’bout nothing
These days, no one’s bothering me ’bout nothing

I want to attend nice parties
‘Round my neck and head, thin jewelleryThese days, no one’s bothering me ’bout nothing

These days, no one’s bothering me ’bout nothing
These days (these days)
These days (these days)You said you’re always on my side

But what if my side has changed too much?
Then tell me, who am I? (Oh)
You said you’re always on my side
But what if my side has lived too long?
Something has to die

Who am I?

I want to wake up (I want to wake up)
To friends calling (friends calling)
I think I’ve had enough (think I’ve had enough)
Of hard mornings (hard mornings)These days, no one’s bothering me ’bout nothing

These days, no one’s bothering me ’bout nothing
These days (these days)
These days (these days)You said you’re always on my side

But what if my side has changed too much?
Then tell me, who am I? (Oh)
You said you’re always on my side
But what if my side has lived too long?
Something has to die

Who am I?
Who am I?

I want to be near fresh laundry
Fresh laundry
Fresh laundry

Current Mood

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Something chronic
Bit demonic
I’ve been on the late shift
All alone, staring at my phone

Sin and tonic
Stupid promise
Something like a death wish
All alone, stare into my soul

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Me vuelvo a lo ojcuro! (WIP)