Retorciendo palabras [English translation]

No, don't just try to be right

don't come asking for forgiveness

don't tell me it's just been a mistake,

(and) that you're sorry

Anyway,

What's the point of an ideal future,

built on illegal land,

or a past which makes me dubious

about the present?

And I,

I'm defending myself by attacking you like this,

twisting love words,

trying to make them mean

what I dare not.

And I,

I'm surprising myself by saying "yes",

twisting love words,

trying to make them say for me

what I cannot anymore.

No, don't you just make up a new color,

transparent as betrayal,

camouflage for a delusion in my mind.

Finally,

Millenia are just a decimal,

a fleeting, little piece of time,

something ephemeral and that's about it,

totally worthless

And I,

I'm defending myself by attacking you like this,

twisting love words,

trying to make them mean

what I dare not.

And I,

I'm surprising myself by saying "yes",

twisting love words,

trying to make them say for me

what I cannot anymore.

Millenia are just a decimal,

an empty sum of time figures,

new, present, future, and past voices,

which are twisting love words,

building up buildings which are not meant to last,

a design of something fleeting,

architects of sentences which make me doubt,

and which try to tell me that I don't know what I want.

And I,

I'm defending myself by attacking you like this,

twisting love words,

trying to make them mean

what I dare not.

And I,

I'm surprising myself by saying "yes",

twisting love words,

trying to make them say for me

what I cannot anymore.

Millenia are just a decimal,

an empty sum of time figures,

new, present, future, and past voices,

which are twisting love words,

building up buildings which are not meant to last,

a design of something fleeting,

architects of sentences which make me doubt,

and which try to tell me that I don't know what I want.

• Artist:Fangoria