The darkness becomes disturbing,
Sharp heels cut the corner
Clandestine parties and massage houses.
They are lulling me to sleep with the voices
Of undulating shadows in the portals ,
They can sell you a trip to the sun.
They pass slowly and make the street shake,
With their blue-glowing sirens,
Smoked glass behind the windshield.
Those who have lost their sleep come,
And they filter through the streets of the big city,
Go to the black market,
The alarms go off at dawn.
The screams of the children are meows
Of cats bristling on the ledges,
They get tangled in the ropes and the rosewood vibrates.
The ultraviolet light between mirrors,
He gives the smoke permission to escape
And it does so through the hinges of the doors.
Those who have lost sleep come,
And they filter through the streets of the great city,
Go to the black market,
The alarms go off at dawn.
They arrive awake but they are asleep,
They reach the bottom of the darkest depth,
br/>Believers arrive, disbelievers arrive,
All united by the same heart.
Those who have lost their sleep come.

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