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in my darkest hour

MEGADETH

In my darkest hour/

En mi hora más oscura

In my hour of need
You're not there
And though I reach out for you...
Wouldn't lend a hand
Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me

Did you ever think I get lonely?
Did you ever think that I needed love?
Did you ever think to stop thinking?
You're the only one that I'm thinking of

You'll never know how hard I tried
To find my space and satisfy you too.

Things will be better when I'm dead and gone
Don't try to understand
Knowing you, I'm probably wrong

But oh, how I lived my life for you
Still you'd turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
All these years I thought I was wrong
Now I know it was you
Raise your head, raise your face, your eyes
Tell me who you think you are, who?

I walk, I walk alone into the promised land.

There's a better place for me
But it's far, far away
Everlasting life for me in a perfect world
But I gotta die first,
Please God send me on my way

Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearing to be held by you
Alone, so alone, I'm lost, consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain

Won't you hold me again?
You just laughed, ha ha, bitch!
My whole life is work built on the past
But the time has come when all things shall pass
The good has passed away

In my darkest hour.

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Que temazo!!! viejo, desgarrado, la plena actitud de un mustaine!! dolido, herido y traicionado, devolviendote una descarga de fuerza, manteniendo la cabeza en alto.

Años me ha acompañado, y surge en estos putos momentos, en los que necesitas por todos los medios canalizar y explotar las emociones.

Salud maestro.

7 minutos

“Cuando era un niño tuve una fiebre, mis manos se sentían como dos pelotas. Ahora tengo esa sensación otra vez, no puedo explicarlo. Tal vez no comprendas, Este no es quien solía ser. Me he vuelto cómodamente insensible”.

“Cuando era un niño capté un destello de luz, con el rabillo del ojo. Voltee para mirar, pero se había ido. No puedo tocarlo ahora. El niño creció, el sueño se fue. Y yo me he vuelto cómodamente insensible”.

Roger Waters, Comfortably Numb