Spirits of Crime - Hocico

Possessed by spirits of crime

The wound she´ll leave won´t heal

I foretell a violent ending

´Cause they can´t escape from this

She´s opened too many doors

But can´t see what she looks for

She stops her watch every hour

So her time doesn´t run away

Is it a knife or a blade?

The shape anger takes

Evil rises again

It never happened before

Feelings consumed them all

She will stop the pain

A dagger cuts the air, both breathe

A dagger marks the end

No crying, pain goes away

Suddenly it happens

She turns into the thing she was afraid of

Suddenly it happens

He turns into the thing he despised his whole life