Esclavitud

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Muñecas marcadas, doloridas por el peso de los grilletes, pesadas cargas, cuerdas lacerantes. Sed, hambre, agotamiento, asfixia, amalgama de lágrimas, sudor y sangre, estigmas en el alma, enajenación mental transitoria, o permanente... Somebody stop this pain!! Ningún deseo de redención, sólo ganas de descansar de una puta vez, de comunión con el universo, y de reencarnación.

No será peor de lo que era,
no será peor, seguro que es mejor...

Un homenaje a los Salvajes:
para mí, la mejor versión de I go wild es la de estudio, del disco Voodoo Lounge. Clickad en la imagen y os llevará al videoclip.



You whipped me - I´m hurting
Abused me - for certain
And slavery should not exist
Is this what I get? - a poison kiss

Without you I´m dead meat
I´m a raggedy dog dying in the street
Of a God-forsaken shanty town
Where gangs of children are hunted down

I go wild when you´re in my face
I go wild when I taste your taste
I go wild and I go insane
I get sick -- somebody stop this pain!!

You left me - I´m braindead
I´m feeling nothing strapped to my bed
On life support, tubes in my nose
Tubes in my arms, shot full of holes

I go wild when you´re in my face
I go wild when I taste your taste
I go wild - act like a goat
And I get sick, lumps in my throat
I go wild
I go wild
I go crazy, I go insane
I get sick -- somebody stop this pain!!

And the doctors say you´ll be okay
And if you´d only stay away
From femme fatales and dirty bitches
And daylight drabs and nightime witches
And working girls and blue stockings
And dance hall babes and body poppers
And waitresses with broken noses
Checkout girls striking poses
And politicians´ garish wives
With alcoholic cunts like knives

I go wild
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild when you´re in my face
And I´m entranced in a state of grace
I go wild when you treat me bad
I go wild, raving mad

I go wild... for you
I go wild... for you
I go wild... for you
I go wild...

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