Letra de Cibola
The box reveals my misery
It shows a better place
Until then, mock and torture me
and I will hide my face.

Cibola, here I come.
See you at Cibola.
The Place where I will go.
Let the beast out of his pen.
Oh no.

The better time is dead and gone
Replaced by a new day.
I cannot rewind until dawn
But I can go away
GO AWAY.