Any need to stitch an acid,
bare designed, in endoplasm...

Tonight I will not sleep
I will call you in my eyes...

Hold me tight, my friend,
I am going to sail in damnation...

A river was frozen in my chest, O god -
I choose a burning boat to reach you...

Banded I walk
on the dirt road...

Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid...

He had only one vision now,
as he chained himself not to be set free...

He faked a letter to god
and slept whole night...

He felt very guilty
while defending himself. Being nothing...

I always differed
for the sake of semblance...

Not superficial,
real inside...

Peace at stake,
it worked...