Walking through an arid ground
Destiny tries to destroy me
Regreting is at the end of a bottle
We have just to drink to the dregs and then die.
The receptor is cold and blind
The rancid air obscures my eyes
I insist in searching for a place for my dreams
My fists bleed because I knocked so much
She rocks her place in every breath she takes
I look through the fog
I can feel it over my head
I sleep wrapped in Wood
I speak and the line is dead
I can hear voices in my head
The end of begin comes to punish
My memories still are in some place
She rocks her place in every breath she takes
I look through the fog
I can fell it over my head
I sleep wrapped in wood and silk

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