The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved

Each Desaparecidos's song has a seed that it came from. We're trying to take that and broaden it out and make it resonate with people.

i keep drinking the ink from my pen and i'm balancing history books up on my head but it all boils down to one quotable phrase if you love something give it away

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook Because my hand thinks I'm an artist But my heart knows I'm a poet It's just words they mean so little to me.

They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black. It will just go back to the way it was before.

I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one

I've given up trying to understand what people think about me.