Inside
February-sanctuary
I forgot myself
Into deep water
Wanna catch my name?
Inside my vulva
Vulcano hurts
Into deep water
Somebody burns
I forgot myself
Into deep water
Wanna catch my name?
Inside my vulva
Vulcano hurts
Into deep water
Somebody burns
Run me all over
Take me through heights
I forgot myself
Ocean still kills
Take me through heights
I forgot myself
Ocean still kills
Avoid
Avoid the weakness
And start the madness
All our sadness
Turned to gladness
Slowly resist
Lonely forget
My head is up
This can be start
Of something
Or sometimes
In meantime
I’ll see you
We
As one
And all
Is done
Avoid the weakness
And start the madness
All our sadness
Turned to gladness
Slowly resist
Lonely forget
My head is up
This can be start
Of something
Or sometimes
In meantime
I’ll see you
We
As one
And all
Is done
Livin In A Tram
Ev’ry day
Ev’ry night
Traveling lights
Fulfilled my eyes
I gotta sense
Livin’ in tram
On wheels, on steel
Every minute
I am the eye
Traveling by
People and cars
Beautiful houses
And sky is wide
Ocular harbour
To go there in peace
In solitude to bleed
Ev’ry day
Ev’ry night
Traveling lights
Fulfilled my eyes
I gotta sense
Livin’ in tram
On wheels, on steel
Every minute
I am the eye
Traveling by
People and cars
Beautiful houses
And sky is wide
Ocular harbour
To go there in peace
In solitude to bleed
The End Was Here
We clearly see
That The End was here
The End of this scene
Our precious fake creativity
So, what do you want now?
Mature Nativity
Decoded Tragedy
Mankind Tranquility
How do you see?
She cries inside
And, he’s so broken
Love we forgot
Nothing is done
So, what do you want now?
The End is here
(Is there anything left?)
Opportunity
Has nothing to do
With luck
Circumstances
Made by accident
As I walk down the street
Lightly dressed
We all relay
On our Knowledge and Intellect
But, what If there isn't
Anything inside?
I’m in love
With my destiny
But I don’t like
To predict
My
Future ways
Time is not our enemy
I consider its non-existance
I measure it with nothing
But, I suppose my mind’s not empty
I rush in Nowhere
And my days are filled with pain
Process making has a sense
Sense of something real
I want to hold
Heavy in my hands
I want to feel
How hard life can be
I don’t need to hide
Somewhere in my mind
Dreams are for tonight
But today I want to be real
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