Chronicle of a Murder

(Hook)
Walkin´ side by side
with the death
I know ,i know im goin´ creepy
No face, no change
I got everything i need
with another kind of view
than yourself (x2)

(Verse)
Snow all over my face
Gasoline in one hand
and a cigarrillo,
in the other

This is the part in a life
when you should take other way
But this is , who i am
but this is, what i learned

what, I ?
Im not in your, american dream
Im not in your, american dream
bitch