Letra de game is over

When visions and sick precisions awaiting at night
I guess you'll be confessing soon that you're evading me right
Hating me, right, waiting me, right
Just caught with the fire, call me a liar on this funeral part about desire
Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
Going for the dim martyrs, they were saying amen
Spraying and swinging with automatics, got the mics erratic
It look so static, it's all dark as an attic, he knew without you

No deberìa aparecer ahora,
No deberìa mirar me asì
No deberìa hacer que te enamoras
No deberìa jugar asì
Tu no deberìas estar en mi persona
Aves creo que lo dejo
Aves creo que lo sueno con tener te