And you... What do you know 'bout my pain?
To freeze the meat is a supervival not neither resignation nor stagnation. It is easy to go out shouting for the streets that you are rotting through the fault of what does not exist, it is easy to shield in the personality of the damned poet and to believe that for it will be less disgusting than you eat the worms. I have decided to remain alive until the magic wakes up. I have revealed the essence to hide it from this silent massacre and not for it I have lost it, rather everything opposite 'cause is on me what they believe stays away, that one has turned unnecessarily that they see it.
The time now flies, and can do it 'cause he doesn't take load. Already he doesn't bring gifts, already doesn't take the landscapes before we could see his faults or see them to die. We play tricks to the air and he very soon he will laugh 'bout us. What do you know 'bout my pain? What do you know of your pain?.
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