Addicted to my scream that caught fire on my dry lips
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It was a harmony, my consonants are a devil
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There is a soul that will dance with you
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You heard the beast's voice, Razi
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Snowdrop in crippled cases
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We broke up on the street, walking foot with so many beats
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I broke the finish mc image, my beaches were desert sand, longing for the sea
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Who was in my spirit scales?
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Who was the suddenly gone beggar
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I've been silent, polemic has crossed the line
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Your paranoid parasites look like hooks
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Friendship steps in front of me in a swag quirk
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Fictions inadequate relationships variable
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Under the guillotine in your climate
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Raziel, Da Poet, Mausoleum Mirach
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Signature in single candle angled sentences
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One point in one hit
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underground divine existence
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Behind my dreams, drifting in deep waters
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A scenario with 3 roles, byins always smoke
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Wake up before this blood boiling in my veins runs out
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Understand and question with facts that are stapled to the mind
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Mirach, Razi, Poet muddy the sun
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Write and look your heart finally surrendered to itself
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Look at each name, a halo waits for you, put on dozens of masks and get rid of
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Burn and get rid of yourself, what good is the dark?
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From time immemorial I was away from every color of life to dazzling splendors
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If fame is a man, he will be a slave to dusty pink traps.
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I was opposed to cosmopolitan lives and sultans.
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My soul is taken, but the shackles do not work on the souls
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Let's not interrupt, but we could not prevent money
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Who would I turn my back on would be paranoia
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Of course, one day the melodies will reach the sky
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All the seas are fora of our bro trips
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Every one of us hooked up called life
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We will not be defeated because we are the wind blowing from the east
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Don't know why the grief, walk without giving in
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The dark relic in your ears from this desolation
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A scenario with 3 roles, brains are always smoke
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Wake up before this blood boiling in my veins runs out
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Understand and question with facts that are stapled to the mind
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Mirach, Razi, Poet muddy the sun
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As time flows
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It was my last steps on the borders of my life made up of sentences
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I counted 19 years alone, the breath I took was mine
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If I was a prisoner in myself, pain would be condemned all around me.
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And my handcuffed feelings curled up on my bedside
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In my silence lay my cries, I knew
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They wouldn't understand but my life faltered
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To my right my fairies were whispering
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The sun that did not rise would radiate sorrow, sleep would be lost
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Maybe I wanted to hold on so many times I was always wrong
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Life hit me with a blow, I collapsed
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My tales tell in my murdered past
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My memories are a book in my dreams and the pages are missing
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My roles are behind the scenes
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On the way to Mozz while a burial lies in the deepest waters
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Tell me, is it too far behind? |