quarta-feira, 15 de março de 2000


Stuck to a place

Of endless dreams

Of hidden ideals

Of forgotten feelings

Of emerging fears

Of strange beings

Of sweet lies

Of robotic singing

Where no one ever dies…

Dying means resurrection

To a greater plan in life…

Living means no correction

To the children of the dice…

Gambling their emotions

Forgetting who’s beside you.

Get a six… Everything’s cool,

Except when the coming one

Brings all the shit through

A heart made of stone…

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