Ironclad Rift

Shadows in the summer haze...

Dime cómo escapar de este lugar...

Frozen heat upon my skin,

Where the neon lights begin.

Lost your trace inside the crowd,

Silent whispers screaming loud.

Fuego frío en la piel,

Ya no queda nada que perder.

Silver dust across the floor,

We don’t feel it anymore.

Dark mirage across the night,

Swallowing the morning light!

Espejismo en el cristal,

Nothing left of what was real!

Glass is shattering in slow motion,

Diving deep into the frozen ocean.

Tu recuerdo me persigue sin piedad,

Lost forever in this cold city of dust.

Look at what we have become...

Numb.

Breathe in the smoke...

Breathe out the sun.

Fade into the dark...

Espejismo...