Lost in the shadow left over so much city,
The people on the street laugh and stumble over their walk,
Crystals that time turns into rites to forget,
I would like to meet you to tell you how it was.
And the tree bears fruit every day, more and more,
Old ideals shatter against the closet,
See how the letters that make you bleed always change,
The devil gives the world the keys from the couch.
They celebrate the party, many stay, many leave,
The years that pass strong embrace what there is,
Turning in your round I can not find a way, how to advance,
To go forward is to take the parts, not to yield.
I sleep in the wake, I travel without lights when you are not,
It's not over, it pauses somewhere,
See how the letters that make you bleed always change,
The devil gives the world the keys from the couch.
You know well rabbit badly hurt,
A sheet of artichoke for oblivion ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)