Hold on, it isn't quite time yet To believe, to retrieve Facing time makes your fake orbital mask dry in decay False description of faith A thousand soul brigades couldn't take you A false imprisonment of lies Dry your eyes, feel the air inside you
And keep your eyes straight up ahead Don't fall asleep, this is truth ♪ We're facing the truth We're blinded by cubes and stones We're facing the truth We're blinded by cubes and stones We're facing the truth We're blinded by cubes and stones We're facing the truth We're blinded by cubes and stones ♪ El cami al miso Mami, tú lo que quieres es el besito del bolero, que yo te lo tiro, strike I'm gonna put your legs very up and high so I can put my dick inside