Doomed for doomed
The day does not dawn in all the streets
A posthumous happiness
It does not exist in my custom

I always reasoned less when more was needed
Excess of cunning, to stay focused
When I bind myself, my pleasures cancel out
Against Epicurus, I only live injury

I look at my soul as a pastime
Passing the age of imitating other people
Everything is only devastation, when in its path
The rain rusts the sand

Obviously, when I see my soul
All the wandering resurfaces
And I apologize and I accuse myself
Of being so false of me

It's against the light
That people approach me, that they surround me
And not for love
I always wait for someone to wait for me

When others blink at us
Faster than light
I imagine the crowd trampling
All that remains of my prayers

I stop getting worse, I know I would fail
I can't even see the color in my eyes anymore
I will never run away, the world is damned
I'm used to identifying myself offside, yeah

I look at my soul as a pastime
Passing the age of imitating other people
Everything is only devastation, when in its path
The rain rusts the sand

Obviously, when I see my soul
All the wandering resurfaces
And I apologize and I accuse myself
Of being so false of me

I look at my soul as a pastime
Passing the age of imitating other people
Everything is only devastation, when in its path
The rain rusts the sand

Obviously, when I see my soul
All the wandering resurfaces
And I apologize and I accuse myself
Of being so false of me

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