1One dream at a time until we run out dreams
2for the vendors of idols are the onset of vandals
3their worthless love has poisoned our hearts
4as the world incinerates, for the very last time
5our prophetic dreams entwine with déjà vu
6resembling the last vestiges of substance
7in this, the time of plague and pestilance
8they embrace the harbingers of non-existence
9and hope dissipates in every way
10nos entregamos a los angeles de la muerte sagrada
11before your last breath, may this be your comfort in the end
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