This is a blind formatted disc,
This is a blind formatted disc,
This is a blind formatted disc,
This is a blind formatted disc,
This is a blind formatted disc,
because we have one other article left,
God made us in his image
If it was his will
He should have taken the rage
That has me ill
That is imitating this sharing
Of immaculate innocence
Of my soul in the gap
I would like to understand this paradox
I am an accomplice
Suffering and dying
Of a heart that is not mine
When
I have a heart
If
every time we share
We let ourselves be driven
I believe that from inheritance
My silence is murderous
Of this paradox
Suffering and dying Of a heart that is not mine
What is the point?
What is the point?
What is the point?
When
I have a heart
If
every time we share We let ourselves be driven
I believe
that
from inheritance My silence is murderous
I am here,
I am on the horizon
I am here,
it's suffering the pain