Sixstrings
©℗2019 Jose Salvador
Once upon a time I had a piece of wooden shit
I started to think and started to listen some vinyls
I found that Hendrix was a kind of mage to me
When I discovered that funny rage as is
Thousands and thousands of funny memories
That was the reason to put the strings on me
When I discovered that ancient wizardry
I made this band for killing memories
Now I’m facing hell, facing hell
With this band I’m kicking evil’s bells
I’ve got six strings of death
Sixstrings on your face
Turning and returning all seemed to be a threat
Wasting and sanding my fingers when I shred
I fall into the darkness but I felt the burn inside
I’m not kidding I just want to be alive
I’ve got to start to play
Thousands and thousands of funny memories
That was the reason to put the strings on me
When I discovered that ancient wizardry
I made this song for killing memories
Now I’m facing hell, facing hell
With this band I’m kicking evil’s bells
I’ve got six strings of death
Sixstrings on your face