Now you understand much more
The inertia of your age law
The importance of accepting
All my abilities
And what I recharged in you
In the end

Feelings that are left behind
Ghosts on the road
Fossils, customs
Like scabs they fall off
And the scars begin to embroider

Everything makes sense
When the end is near
We all did the same
With brutal force

Inventing my own prayer
One that serves to calm me
When I'm in trouble
I lose my atheism
That doesn't mean my repudiation goes away

To the dogma of religion
Of the massive deception of television
Of politics
Of extinction

Everything makes sense
When the end is near
We all did the same
With brutal force

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