I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm doing. Boredom is just anxiety, if I fly in this room, in every circumstance, the mind goes ahead. And if you've never seen the world so deep, well, it means you've never touched the bottom. Because I live it as I want to live, I feel it when I'm about to laugh. And if you don't need me, I don't need you, but only something to describe. And if I believe in what I've done, I don't believe in anything else. Boredom beats on my chest and I'm ready for the impact. The chitchatters here are at zero, babbo, and the silence remains the only thing real that you've done. Dreams are bitter, money is equal, around only infamies to end business. Boredom is another Troia that you don't touch with your hands. You find out and you get bored, the soul is all your plans. I didn't say joy, but boredom, boredom, boredom. Damn boredom, damn boredom, boredom. I didn't say joy, but boredom, boredom, boredom. Damn boredom, damn boredom, damn boredom. This chit-chat can even change a single mind. But morally, I'm good at nothing. Prospects, from your point of view, lack points in sight. You buy a lens, it's easy, what are you doing? Mini mic, mini beat, they do mini MCs. Mini topics, they don't stimulate teenagers. But now you hear a lot of earplugs. If you're not used to earplugs, you panic, you don't panic. Pimp my instrumental, pipa of dental paste. Weaknesses cut and cut dates. I've put more blood in my body than fever. I embrace plants that I always suppress soberly. Suffering is good for you, it doesn't hurt you. That's why you often have a vice in life. I write like Killa Vista, but my age is only indicative. And the goal is already established. *** you if you try a six in the morning. Every sad morning is like the one before. While screaming appears vain, I do oh like Povia. If I were the only one, I wouldn't stop, damn boredom. No, I didn't say joy. But boredom, boredom, boredom. Damn boredom, damn boredom, damn boredom. No, I didn't say joy. But boredom, boredom, boredom. Damn boredom, damn boredom, damn boredom. Monotony that pursues me, meditates in silence. The right space for desire, anguish and sluggishness. Boredom that I feel inside, existence is full of wind. I'm looking for a woman, but to occupy time. Accumulating waiting, I watch the loves of others. Slow minutes, accumulating, lead to damage. Falling suns, mites and lupus, bigger dreams. I want to run away from myself, not from the palaces. I feel pain and pleasure in the same people. If my pleasure then closes in spaces of humor. Today I don't go out, I stay closed between walls of plaster. It's too early to sleep in the usual bed. I beg you, boredom, don't leave me now and company. I live between environments of spirit and melancholy. I let everything be silent, let my life be silent. I beg you, boredom, don't let me go away. I beg you, boredom, don't let me go away. I beg you, boredom, don't let me go away. No, I didn't say joy, but boredom, boredom, boredom. Damn boredom, damn boredom. No, I didn't say joy, but boredom, boredom, boredom. Damn boredom, damn boredom. Damn boredom, damn boredom.