This rotten town, it soils everybody.
I once was bound to the promise of self-fulfillment.
Now I am lost in the midst of hatred dreams.
I have become a locust, isolated in my home.
I drown in disbelief.
I drown in disbelief.
I drown in disbelief.
I still block the stretches for miles filled with empty eyes.
I still block the stretches for miles filled with empty eyes.
I still block the stretches for miles filled with empty eyes.
I am almost out of breath




Even if I mustafa







ever again
ever again
ever again
ever again
ever again

ever again

herramient
sociaux
asteroids
automate
negotiate
And this silence, comes from far away wings
What do you think of this, dream of the dead?
In my fear, we are dispensable
Disposable in the heavens
Human, human
In search of life, we stumble over
Our existence, bound to the grave
Earth, intrigued
From regulated, trashing machines
There's no exist, individual
Go!
I'm yet to bury, the splendor of myself
The heavens must obey, or will desist
I want to scream and die, lose my sleep
Released from my own, crevice, my frailty
Conditions of this, conditions of me
Seasons of myself
Drowns, in misery
I have become a ruckus
Resonated, in my will
I'm trembling, disbelief
I am young, I'm on the ground
I will not go forth





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