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If they need to wave their hands
to listen to the tunes in their heads
and all they see are shadows of greater trends
which always go back and forth,
in a blank page with thousands of phrases
it hurts to see how they trust in their God there above,
but how they all end up alone in the end;

And if they need to write it down
instead of shouting it on the walls
something´s clearly wrong with the air they breathe;
and the ones they pretend to be:
their wasted faces glaring our hidden traces
it hurts to see how someone can be mistaken
but how, in the end, someone will always believe;

Guess i´ll be just able,
to end up entire
while you´re on aboard
trapped in the wire

Guess i´ll be feeling fine
just not to be alive,
while you crawl around,
round n´round,
with eyes and hands all tied.

If they need to have some ground to step on,
to walk on full of rules in their heads
to have some inner strenght that´ll always be there
but all they see´s that when they wake up
it´s gonna be always the same thing
a blank page full of senseless phrases:
it hurts to see how they trust in their intelligence, there above,
but meanwhile, everyone´s just so out of sense!

If their greed must be a shattering glass
and all the pieces are all right there, in your faces
it hurts to see how faith and hope rest all enthroned
but listen to you worst enemy:

Ain´t life good enough to live alone?

Guess i´ll be a hero
to lay here without a smile
While you all look at me
thinking of how i ain´t worthwhile;

Guess i know it´s a high ecstasy
to disappear without a trace
While you all just live
Looking for an empty space to breathe.