Walking appallingly empty
Immersed in a hope of belief
We are left to assume a kind humanity
Where pleasure is all and is king
Old technologies seemed anew
Those that handle empty flags
N’ poisonous bags and popped out eyes
Let us sing then a tune
A om and aum, an immortal attune
Where only breathing holds an allure
Let us then fail and recover,
Let the pain then be our cover
Cause a crack; a pandemia
It's just the system’s leftovers
Lyrics:
I sing a mantra
A clean reminder of...
I see a bloody statement of disorder of mind
Feeling the crack
Sent me back
Back to the millions of fires
Heating up the sky
I feel the crack
Mira que no tiene, que no puede, que no siente, que no huele, que no piensa ni considera el mas allá
Y si acaso quiere conocerse más a fondo fuera el mundo de un elogio donde pueda despegar
Y se está quedando ahí; mucha parla pa decir
Se complica el mundo ahí, imposible de seguir
I sing a mantra
A clean reminder of...
I see a bloody statement of disorder of mind
Feeling the crack
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