How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Lading you down into my core, where I've become so numb.

Without a soul, my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold, until you find it there and lead it back home.

(Wake me up)Wake me up inside. (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside. (Save me)Call my name and save me from the dark. (Wake me up) Bid my blood to run. (I can't wake up)Before I come undone.(Save me)Save me from the nothing I've become.

Now that I know what I'm without, you can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real. Bring me to life.

(Coro)

Frozen inside without your touch, without your love, darling. Only you are the life among the dead.

I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems. I've got to open my eyes to everything. Bring me to life.

(Coro)

(EVANESCENCE)

Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me,
Let´s pretend we´re just two people and You´re not better than me
I´d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President. Were you a lonely boy?Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say, No child is left behind, We´re not dumb and we´re not blind
They´re all sitting in your cells, While you pay the road to hell,
What kind of father would take his own daughter´s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say, You´ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine...
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don´t know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President
You´d never take a walk with me...

(Pink)

Bittersweet War

Una batalla agridulce es cuando pelea el bien contra el mal. El amor contra el odio. El azucar contra la sal. Dos oposisiones que se anexan sin pensarlo, se unen porque si. Una necesita de la otra para existir. Si hay sal para salar ¿Por qué no va a haber azucar para endulzar?.Si hay amor para regalar, ¿Por qué no odio para destilar? Si hay bien para disfrutar, ¿Por qué no mal para sufrir? Se realciones, se manejan con simbiosis. ¿No es acaso lavar la ropa una tarea agridulce? Agria al lavar, dulce al aprovechar. ¿No estamos hablando entonces de que darle un beso a un chico desconocido, es también una acción agridulce? Dulce al besar, agrio al desaparecer. No todo es bondad, amor y color de rosas. ¿No es divertido aveces un poco de maldad, odio y negro? Divertise, llorar. Jugar, aburrirse. Obtener, perder. Juntar, derramar. Recordar, olvidar. Amar, odiar. Agrio, dulce. Coexisten y hay que aprender a nivelarlos.