Текст песни It Comes From the Deep (feat. Brothers Till We Die) - Parjure

I've been stabbed on my own back
By those I trusted the most
I've been jailed, by my own soul
By those I feared the most
I've been stabbed on my own back
By those I trusted the most
I've been jailed, by my own soul
By those I feared the most
Between these walls, I keep scratching my skins,
Punching concrete till my hands breaks in it
There's a monster whispering
And His voice comes from the deep
No matter what I think
He shouts loud, and speaks it clean
His voice spreads in my head
Turns me sick and paranoid
When I fall asleep
I see millions eyes watching me
I might be insane
Treachery made me crazy
But I guess, Brothers till we die could tell you more about suffering

Brothers till we die
2021
Con Parjure
Hasta la puta muerte
Muchas serpientes traidores que no callan
Sigue hablando nada corta mis alas
Te vas a arrepentir
Muchos puñales en mi espalda
Cansado de pelear
Tu suerte ya esta echada
No tengo a donde ir, todo tierra quemada
Nunca debi confiar
Mi herida está cerrada