I know-, I rise into the air, I explode among the stars
I know-, I rise into the air, I explode among the stars
I know-, I rise into the air, I explode among the stars
I know-, I rise into the air
I know-, I rise into the air
I know-, I rise into the air, I explode among the stars
I know-, I rise into the air , I explode among the stars
I know-, I rise into the air, I explode among the stars
I know-, I rise into the air
I know-, I rise, I know-
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
This stuff is like surfing on frizzy sea waves
/>Batter of notes, like knuckles on cheeks in the pitch dark
Portraits like Dorian, verses of paranoia
Magnolia style plots, of joy that I trample
Quickly, kill me now too (come on)
/>What I do and what I say I hate for a bit
Anguish brings clouds of enigmas to the clear sky
And the more time passes the more I feel lost hombre
I confess, this anxiety makes you grey
It makes you cry in the car alone in the afternoon
I'll hurry up and tell you what it evokes
And here she is
She leaves me alone and then to sleep there are at least two staff members
Feel the constant pressure
It's a full moon outside and I vomit the ink from my pens
The crying on the wall that's not even in Jerusalem
And spare me the child's story of Bethlehem
Nothing, fuck there is nothing (no)
Flows of nothing without mouth or source
Souls drowning in the chaos of the current
And it takes my breath away p-p-then I-I become a stutterer
And always, hallucinated and sad
Now you expect everything even if you've already seen it all
You try with the disfigurement with another in the parking lot
/>But the real is worse, too heavy even for Maciste
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
The eyes turned backwards, a symptom of the last stage
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I appear with studs on my knuckles in the full moon
I disappear if the mercury fever
I have the soul in my body, but dirty, I can pray to it

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