Proyecto Seléucida

¿Qué es una metáfora?

Popularidad: 4%

4 comentarios 30 de Diciembre de 2009 a las 7:54 GMT+1 seleucus

Los In Flames nos lo enseñan en el Barrio Sésamo del death metal: "Metaphor".

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You stole my pure intentions.
You are the sickness in between.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

You taught me to be sad as you.
You almost made me take it all.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

You bend me and you shake me.
You beg me then you break me.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

You made me feel like a sinner.
You fear you’ll die alone.
Let me in, I’ll bury the pain.

The sickness that you are.
A plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me
How I got this far?

I feel it’s taking over.
Everything falls dark.
Break me open, desperate cry.

The sickness that you are.
A plague that made me starve.
Do you think you can show me
How I come this far?

The sickness that you are.
A plague that made me starve
Do you think you can show me
How I come this far?

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Etiquetas: In Flames

“The Chosen Pessimist”, A Sense of Purpose, In Flames

Popularidad: 3%

3 comentarios 24 de Diciembre de 2009 a las 18:51 GMT+1 seleucus

Los villancicos siempre me han parecido muy kitsch. Prefiero las cantatas de Bach para la ocasión. O una canción que expresa mi recurrente estado de ánimo cada Navidad:

Tell me which side I'm on,
Approaching constant failure...
Tell me which side I'm on,
Who's friend or foe?
Approaching constant failure...

Between love and hate,
Which path to follow?
How can I keep balance in this race?
Come faith, I'm dying... slowly.

In many ways I'm the burden that divides us from the light.
In many ways you're the halo that keeps my spirit alive.
Temptation, if you could rive a part.
In me you evoke the dark.
Now free me and watch me heal.

Tell me which side I'm on,
Approaching constant failure..

Between love and hate,
Which path to follow?
How can I keep balance in this race?
Come faith, I'm dying...

Bemused by trials and tribulations in force of my life,
Fly from here,
But as The Chosen Pessimist I...
I... I... carve my name in stone,
I... I... carve my name in stone.

[Bemused by trials and tribulations in force of my life,]
How can I keep balance in this race?
[Fly from here,]
[But as The Chosen Pessimist...]
Come faith, I'm dying.

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