Antithesis

R, X, S o T,
cada letra,
cuando, como, donde,
que?
Dentro de la mente sobra el "porque."

H, Z, P, o F,
in the end,
who is El Jefe?

Aun me acuerdo como,
when and where,
te vi primero,
grinning like a hero.
But hero you weren't.

Siempre me solias decir,
"tienes que sobrevivir,"
no matter what happens,
it is you who is here.

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You were angry,
he failed you as a teacher,
now you were rotten,
didn't feel any richer.

Entonces la angustia de devoro,
te enterro en rabia,
y te convertiste en historia de horror.

Lo negro te favorecio,
y la sombra de T te aprecio.

Siempre querias ser como el,
no hay duda,
now you turned into that monster,
"​living la vida cruda."

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And you tried to do the same to me,
pobrecito,
should have stayed away,
era mi credo.

But you still attached yourself to me,
tried to sell me a good story,
all we knew was tales of heroes,
and you of villains that were never sorry.

You wanted everything around you to rot,
because like I said,
hero you were not.

Pero yo era bien terco,
nunca quize escucharte,
pues tenia mejores cosas que hacer,
come up with a plan para partirte aparte.

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Leer la biblia,
ir a misa,
pedirle a Dios que me ayude acordar,
damn the amnesia.

You were close to me,
I could feel you,
telling me what to do,
whispering in my ear,
"I'll undo you too."

Pero yo tenia ayuda,
aunque poca fuese,
his name started con una S.

He only saw what was happening,
he never got involved,
pero el decia siempre,
careful with the black door.

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So I became my own hero in my own story,
I had to stay away from you,
believe me,
I am not sorry.

I had to burn away the sin,
that's true,
so I went on a mission to find the cure.

S me dijo siempre,
"cuidado ahi viene el monstro,"
he will partirte el rostro.

So I learned how to find your weakness,
again, I am not sorry,
R, hermano, I am simply the cure for your sickness.

I will cleanse you,
and we will be fine,
look en mis ojos,
let me bring out that shine.

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But you were stubborn,
and went to war,
tried to hurt T,
succeeded and the bell could not be unrung.

Y ahora? Que sucedera?
Vas a marchar a guerra otra vez?
O tendre que prender fuego,
en mi calabera?

Dimelo, pronto,
pues no soy tonto,
I know you seek justice,
even though you already won,
​what other bell will you ring to be unrung?

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No one knows better how it is to burn,
than the one that lives in the volcano,
where he constantly turns.

So I guess I get your point of view,
that's true,
no justifica el golpe a T,
we were all once a crew.

Todos nosotros,
juntos,
y ahora divididos,
porque?
Sera asi hasta que seamos difuntos?

Are we destined to fight forever?
Will one of these battles finally...
sever?
Our bones and minds.
Until there is nothing but the past to leave behind?

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Te guste o no,
los tres estaremos unidos,
merely a draw of luck,
wait, I don't believe it,
luck es lo prohibido.

I'll just keep riding,
that's what I know,
drive onto the sunset,
and watch from afar that glow.

Because I am done playing along with you,
S y yo tenemos cosas que hacer,
that's true.

So please don't try and control us,
te lo prometo,
if you do,
I'll make a fuss.

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Observation: something is different about X and R.
Deduction: their light of friendship seems more apart.
Solution(?): can I make them restart?

Notes: it seems we're starting another cycle, that is soon, but what I do not know, is how will this work, or will their song always play out of tune?

Cure(?): I have to see if Doc can help,
or someone else maybe? I am not sure what to do, this time our future is hazy.

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Story: there are tales of heroes, villains, monsters and gods,
ones who battle each other, and against all odds. Since the beginning, all we've had are these stories we tell, nothing ever ending so well. In between the chaos, love and the pain, there is always something that is to be gained. But since the beginning, now in the present as well, I am never to be involved, only a bystander, recording and writing down all the hell. I am just an observant, I am the keeper of scrolls, my collection not as big as the library's, but they're just as old.

End: there is no reason for me to get involved, is what I'm trying to say, but there is something that's changed, something in the way. Something big, or is it new? How is it that it has grew? It's still young and careless, last I knew him, interested in absolving sin? Then please come on in.

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