Did something remain in your mind? 
You need to learn a bit more. 
Is your soul playing you a trick? 
No one got off his cross. 
Look what it, what it was; 
see what it is, what it looked. 

You made him give up and he did. 
How you dare to carry your life on? 
Made of stone. 
Made of stone. 

Why do you act like the child 
who think he's older to fight? 
Look what it, what it was; 
see what it is, what it looked. 

You made him give up and he did. 
How you dare to carry your life on? 
Made of stone. 
Made of stone.

Voz principal y bajo: Sixto Martín García
Guitarra: Manuel Sánchez González
Batería: Juan Correia Diaz

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Act Like Child

If you hear me laughing 
is because I try to forget. 
I said you didn't care me yet, 
please allow me to lie myself. 

It's alright, I love you. 
There's no hope, there's no choose, 
just the things that you do 
to me. 

It's OK, I love you. 
There's no hope, there's no choose, 
just the things that you do 
to me. 

Baby bye bye! 
Baby bye bye! 
Baby bye bye! 
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! 

I love what you say, 
I love how you are, 
I love the way you 
do me wrong. 

Love your eyes, 
love your hair, 
love your smile, 
I love you. 

I love you! 
I love you! 
I love you! 
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! 

I love your eyes, 
I love your hair, 
I love your smile, 
I love you. 

I love what you say, 
I love how you are, 
I love the way you 
do me wrong. 

'Cause I love you! 
I love you! 
I love you! 

I want you, want you, 
want you, want you, 
want you, want you, 
want you. 

I need ya, need ya, 
need ya, need ya, 
need ya, need ya, 
need ya. 

You love me, hate me, 
hate me, love me, 
love you, hate me. 
Oh, no! Oh, no! 
Oh, no! Oh, no! 

Voz principal y guitarras: Sixto Martín García
Bajo: Manuel Sánchez González 
Batería y coros: Juan Correia Díaz

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Baby Bye Bye

Did you see the storm 
beyond the hill? 
Can you see the lightning 
shinning? 
It's not better to us 
to go away. 
It's not easy to me 
to let you away. 

Don't go away! 
Don't go away! 
Don't go away! 

Could you read my eyes 
before they'd swept? 
Films in black and white 
and the books we read, 
just some memories I won't let go away. 
I started the game but you lit the flame. 

(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 
(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 
Everyday of my life want you here to stay, 
come back to me, just keep by my side. 
(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 
(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 

I draw my thoughts 
in a white background. 
There were "I love you's" 
under ink blots. 
The last with a cry 
on your visage, 
the first with a cry 
on our souls. 

And if you love my darling 
why don't you come back? 
Why don't you come back? 
My light is getting dark. 
Things don't understood 
are hard to explain 
when you're made a mess. 
I'm dying on my uniform. 
Dying on my uniform. 
(Dying on my uniform) 
(Dying on my uniform) 
(Dying on my uniform) 

(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 
(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 
It seems so funny when you wink me your eye 
and you say "you're the toy that I used to play with." 
It seems so funny when you wink me your eye 
and you say "you're the toy that I already broke once." 
(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 
(Don't go away! Don't go away!) 

Voz principal y bajo: Sixto Martín García
Guitarras: Manuel Sánchez González
Batería: Pablo Garrido Sánchez

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Dying On My Uniform (Bonus track)

Can you hear us? 
See the room next door 
between your ghosts, 
get rid of them, 
you have to know 
you're not alone. 

May disorder makes you blind 
but somehow we're standing here. 

Hand in hand 
like an old folk 
without any hope. 
Prisoner 
of your liberty, 
we're not far from there. 

If you are lost follow the noise, 
calm down and throw away the fear. 

Come on! Get up! Everybody! 
We're the camarade fighting next to you! 

"Give up! Run out!" They said! 
No one gave a damn for you! 

Go on! Keep up! By my side! 
The only one striking back with you! 

But come on! 
We're the camarade fighting next to you! 
(Fighting next to you! Next to you! Next to you!)

Voz principal y bajo: Sixto Martín García
Guitarras: Manuel Sánchez González
Batería: Juan Correia Diaz

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Fighting Next To You (Bonus track)

Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! 
Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! 
Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! 
Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! 

I was one of the victims 
of her last crime. 
She took hypersonika 
and the vein collapsed. 
Disturbing noises and ambulances 
in the scene of the act. 
Roll around my throat 
and asphyxiate my gasp. 

She took hypersonika 
exploring her brain. 
She took hypersonika 
swepping nostalgia. 

The anxious look of a mother 
to her daughter's dose. 
And the lost gaze of her 
looking at the floor. 
"Shut! Shut! Your mouth up", she said. 
Police tried to calm her. 
"No, no, my baby's gone 
but hypersonika is over there." 

She took hypersonika 
exploring her brain. 
She took hypersonika 
swepping nostalgia. 

Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 
Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 
Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 
Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 
Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 
Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 
Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 
Oh, no, clean your eyes with bleach. 

Voz principal y guitarra: Sixto Martín García
Bajo: Manuel Sánchez González 
Batería: Juan Correia Díaz

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Hypersonika

I try so hard to be in your story, 
in the ending credits of your film, 
in your dreams. 
Life is just a traffic light: 
you have it amber and when you are going 
to cross it goes red. 

Words are fire that light and shine, 
after all it ends consuming, 
mine will burn all woods, 
that’s the end for our story. 

Words are fire that light and shine, 
after all it ends consuming, 
mine will burn all woods, 
that’s the end. 

I only want to talk 
but you say you are so tired, 
bye bye love, 
sweet dreams and good nights. 
Wanting makes not to be as close as I’d like. 

I only want to talk 
and say "I love you" 
but you say you won’t, 
it’s so easy refuse. 
Wanting makes not to be as close as I’d like. 

Hep! Hep! Hep! 

Perhaps I said I wasn’t crumbling 
and love you wasn’t more than a whim, 
so you know I was pretending, 
little darling, don’t you see? 

Perhaps I say I wasn’t crumbling 
and love you wasn’t more than a whim, 
you know. 

I heard you begging to be poetry 
though for me you already were, 
of course you were.

Voz principal, guitarras y teclado: Sixto Martín García
Bajo: Manuel Sánchez González 
Batería: Juan Correia Díaz

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The End Of The Story

It has to be like “there was no intention”, 
so take the car to the train station. 
Strange people with guns and hats, 
don’t worry buddy, this is the ghetto. 
This is a story ‘bout empty souls, 
and cold-blooded persons don’t follow the law. 
Run or gazelle will caught you alone, 
may it’s to late to backward go. 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. 

Live, it’s easy making loud sounds, 
‘cept you’re in mafia make low sounds. 
Noiseless and quiet you must be for sure. 
Alibi is incorrect, start run around! 
I have seen the black and white men, 
with a hammer wanting break legs, 
they are going to start to smoke, 
if they can’t reach you don’t stop the search! 

Cold Martinis in the San Francisco's sunrise, 
many broken glasses into the bar fly. 
Tension is in bloom, I have seen some frowns. 
Come on brother, still we’ve got time! 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. 

Who wants control all over the world? 
Take the last train and travel faraway. 
You must need no faith yet. 
Shot your guns fella, after the theft. 

I feel the dripping blood! 
I see the squeaking shouts! 
I loop-the-looping clouds! 
And I hack the stupid minds!

Voz principal y guitarra: Sixto Martín García
Bajo y coros: Manuel Sánchez González 
Batería y coros: Juan Correia Díaz

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Mafia

Voz principal y batería: Juan Correia Díaz
Guitarra: Manuel Sánchez González
Bajo y coros: Sixto Martín García

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Set On Fire

1, 2, 3, 4! 

What are the people doing with their lives? 
They are becoming in the society prototype: 
boys are not boys and the girls are not girls; 
adults don’t rule over themselves. 

Beating and kicking to make us run, 
then violence’s the weapon to silence us. 
The pain and the scare feels in the streets, 
war is declared and this is the beginning. 

Fuck the system! Right now! 
Fuck the system! 
Fuck the system! Right now! 
Fuck the system! (But be yourself). 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8! 

Mustn’t and cannot be yourself 
‘cause you now are living in today, 
seems that we can’t get what we want 
‘cause we must be the person they are. 

Fuck the system! Right now! 
Fuck the system! 
Fuck the system! Right now! 
Fuck the system! 
Fuck the system! Right now! 
Fuck the system! 
Fuck the system! Right now! 
Fuck the system! 

Voz principal y guitarra: Sixto Martín García
Bajo y coros: Manuel Sánchez González 
Batería y coros: Juan Correia Díaz

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Fuck The System!

Will you still be here 
when I don’t need you? Oh dear! 
When and where will I find you 
my girl?

My girl, my girl,
my girl, my girl, savagexplosive girl! 

On your own account 
always playing your ace. 
Don’t slow me down, no, 
so I will find you again. 

My girl, my girl,
my girl, my girl, savagexplosive girl! 

You’re driving me mad 
through my imagination. 
I’m walking in the light 
while you blind my mind. 
Am I feeling savagexplosive 
tonight? 

You’re driving me mad 
through my imagination. 
I’m walking in the light 
while you blind my mind. 
Am I feeling savagexplosive 
tonight? 

My, girl, my girl,
my girl, my girl, savagexplosive girl!

Voz principal, guitarras y teclado: Sixto Martín García
Bajo, teclado y coros: Manuel Sánchez González 
Batería: Juan Correia Díaz

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Savagexplosive Girl

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