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AGATHA

I used to go to the market, she sent me to buy some groseries
To buy this tiny little things for today´s meal

I´ve seent he kitchen, I´ve seen the spoon
I´ve seen she cooking, I´ve heard their doom

Scratching sounds on the walls
That keep me awake
And I hear they scream
They´ll never get away

Sounds of depression, sounds of pretention
They´re being slowly killed
When Agatha mixes de flavor of pain
With spicy adrenaline.
Groing crazy, the recipe of death
Emotionless eyes glaring today
I saw it coming, I knew what..d happen
The potfull of the pain of mine.

Over, over the stove, I´m over
Over, over the stove, I´m over
Over, over the stove, I´m over
I´m through, I´m through, I´m dying over the stove

Over the stove holding to life
Noone can hear you screaming or crying
Tearing and melting over the pan,
Dying slowly in Agatha´s hands

Over, over the stove, I´m over
Over, over the stove, I´m over
Over, over the stove, I´m over
I´m through, I´m through, I´m dying over the stove

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from La Exposici​ó​n Pl​á​stica, released May 1, 2001

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