The world you pretend living
Is like no other,than a black mist...
Let fly with your dreams,
don't try to stop them...
May I fall into you?
Tumble past greetings...
I rode a highway, paved
in pathways of addiction...
Did you know that I wish to die before you?
Not because I wish for you to grieve...
Fogy roads stretched to mark
the distances that were crossed...
Through my hair glides fire and rain:
the misery my of days, my cries for help...
She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here...
It takes only one eye to affirm
you're at the end of a vision...
Beneath the skin of the Earth,
there are scars on the walls...
My eyes do not vision
madness and destruction...
I
am not...