Ultraviolet - Miami Horror, Alan Palomo

You let him strangle you

That guided to the past

If what they say is true

These wounds are made to last

You’re wreaking havoc under the ultraviolet light

And all the voices undone is vanish in the night

The sun goes down your eyes look out

If you’re disguised conceal it

The sun comes up your eyes come out

You idealise this feeling

As you decide this gleaming

I’m asking «hear the meaning»

It’s such an empty feeling

It’s such an empty feeling