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