[Submitted
by Roberto Meiss]
From the fucking circle I’ll break it all when
Everyone gets tired of all we have made
Through these years somehow, time is stocked somehow
Suddenly my lips spoke of death and red wine
Suddenly your hands find my skin but my mind
Wasn’t there but you don’t care
And no one seems to care of all this shit of life we dream
about
Don’t you ever tell me I’ve been waiting for
Some kind of quiet world, or so, that doesn’t exist at all Don’t you blame the
illness of world to be stopped Cause that was in the real world now I’ll try to
find out
my own way
Crossing through the fields where nobody can see my
face...
Throwing up your words all over your velvet
Will you turn your back on me when you are nothing
Will you be the same when I came into the fire
Don’t you ever tell me I’ve been waiting for
Some kind of quiet world, or so, that doesn’t exist at all Don’t you blame the
illness of world to be stopped Cause that was in the real world now I’ll try to
find out
my own way
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