Vermones - Madrid Delivery Room

Against perversion of passing time
We have an appointment with God
Behind the hospital doors.
There’s no escape from controlling hands
And unreal city, where we’ve never thought
Too loud for so long.
Made of broken images we can’t
Set down or guess
How to save all our affections from decay.
Fed with decadent smile
Maundering through the streets
We still actually can’t make our own hearts beat.

This bed gives no shelter and sex no relief
Your arms are full of the same regret.
Rheir greatest crime is to have been born
In unreal city, look at me standing up straight
In a violent light
Dark hours are coming but
We’re already bored and tired
Now, there’s not any singing choir
In uninhabited sky.
Fed with decadent smile
Maundering through the streets
We still actually can’t make our own hearts beat.

“El delito mayor del hombre es haber nacido.”

Unreal towers are falling down
Children have no patience
And we should believe in what we have
Our final immersion is near
Oh please
Keep the enigma working
As blood still shakes our hearts filled up with
Something real.
(Ooh ooh)