It's not time to arrange
'Cause I want to taste this infection again

Wish of tranquillity stinks like an absurd lie,
I long to enumerate
How many ariose conclusions I will dodge

My beating nerves are devouring entrails and this poor will to repress

I can't perceive my dismal singing,
And I admit:
It's not simple to renounce to this deafening torture

Mr annoyance is caressing an implosion
And I'm searching for the right communion to rid this purple light

Resume to see

Close the book