The desolate illusion
Repel the dense touch
Attaching the virtues fate
Completing the fade essence

I run and bleed, without clothes
Complex without course
Shoot the water up
Let dropping
Fall on my face
Hiding the thoughts of yesterday
Reveal the new veil

Tired of running, back to sleep
Dreaming to flood streets
Tales of whales
Melting the existence
Covering in the cold

I leave the scene
Burning skin
Breath of tears
Soaking the body
Painting the behavior
Unknown personality
Beholding to carefulness
Looking flowers in my mind.

Composição: Bullet Course