It was the envelope covering the emptiness.
The one turning the arch into a monster, the one turning simplicity into difficulty.
Breaking the landscape of this too ugly world with passion for the ephemeral.
Confessions with any make-up.
Confessions turned into risks by an untactful brain... with passion for the ephemeral.
Rivers turn into snakes unable to read the fight of the eagles, suffocated by the fumes of the unsupportive ships of a world turned into a show.
From the pleasure to the surface, and from the scorn about hidden of the shattered fibbers by invisible moths.
And from the pleasure of the moths in the surface.

Lyrics submitted by snoopyhasadeathwish

El Desprecio a lo Oculto (Scorn about the Hidden) song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top