Me dicen que no existen.
Me dicen que no están,
que solo en mi mente
los puedo encontrar.
Si quisiera,
la tortura podría acabar.
Intento escapar
de esta cárcel mental,
mas la llave no logro encontrar.
Me dicen que está ahí,
que solo lo debo pensar.
Pero son mis demonios
y son mis cadenas
y esta es mi condena.
No logro salir,
no logro volar,
solo quiero escapar.
Me dicen que no tema,
que no escape de lo que no está.
Yo soy el problema.
Soy la víctima y el criminal.
No escuchan, no esperan,
no saben, ni intentan.
Pero no soy yo,
son mis demonios
y son mis cadenas
y esta es mi simple condena.
Translation:
They tell me they're not real.
They tell me they're not there,
that only in my mind
they can be found.
If I wanted,
the torture could stop.
I try to escape
from this mental jail,
but the key I can't find.
They tell me it's there,
that I just have to think it.
But these are my demons
and these are my chains
and this is my sentence.
I can't get out,
I can't fly,
I just want to escape.
They tell me not to fear,
not to escape from what isn't there.
I am the problem.
The victim and the criminal.
They don't listen, don't wait
don't know, nor try.
But it's not me,
they are my demons
and they are my chains
and this is my simple sentence.
P.S. Sound and looks better in spanish...
