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I'm dizzy
I get stunned by the faces of people
Who is next to me, with ease
I avoid and project myself indifferently
Like a madman, from mind to mind
I find you and I propose to you an infinity
The unexpected is at my side
Which of the sands, Is the arena of the circus
Which of the sands, Is the sand of the sign ±or
Which of the sands, is the sand of time
Quicksand
I am dizzy, tired, stunned
At most distracted, Irreverent
I don't believe in everyday comedy
I am a porcelain bastard
A lazy person and without you I am very small
I need you
I really eat
I eat my sand
What it swallows itself
Which of the sands
Is the sand of the Lord
Which of the sands
Is the sand of time
Quicksands
I'm dizzy , exhausted
I can't stop listening to the prophets
How they rave, How they invent me
They want to settle me with this life
What nonsense, What nonsense
You wanted to convince me with the war
And I don't even shit
You tried to convince me with religion
You are a disgrace
All your garbage of life experience
Your whole system is a shame
Stop feeling sorry for me
And sink into my sand
I am the one who devours your reason
Which of the sands
Is the arena of the circus
Which of the sands
Is the sand of the Lord
Which of the sands
Is the sand of time
Quicksands
Which of the sands
It is the arena of the circus
Which of the sands
It is the sand of the lord
Which of the sands
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