This voice has no consistency,
it does not ensure what it feels and people do not notice
that my palate lost patience
coldly qualifies the present that inhabits it.
The jail already arrived here,
my king digs a foot into the ground.
Here is to live equal to being
to always go looking for the clue to the coins
if you're free in quotes,
because living balanced in a line has nothing to be free
and not being able to untangle yourself from the web of death
that all the tip macaques here have woven ...
and you do not need murders.
His excellence is mesmerized
in golden mirages and the guitar is in a coma.
When I won penance
to live in an abyss for letting go of the moorings.
The jail already arrived here,
my king digs a foot into the ground.
Here is to live equal to being
to always go looking for the clue to the coins
if you're free in quotes,
because living balanced in a line has nothing to be free
and not being able to unravel from the web of death
that all the tip macaques here have woven ...
and you do not need murders.
Not being able to unravel from the web of death
that all the tip macaques here have woven ...
You do not need murders.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)