Dawn breaks in the city
And between its carnival parades
Someone goes unnoticed because he didn't want a disguise
He had a dream to fly
Madness tied his body to a pedestal
And it's covered by the bothersome remnants of the storm
The air swirls, the sun no longer shines on it
And the rain makes him a heartless castaway
And there the thinker stays
A singular pain
Made that darkness his temple
The foundations of noble solitude are weak
Leave all the noise behind
Something inside has taken a turn
And he wonders, "What have you become?"
Nothing happens by chance
Stony legs and blind eyes from looking for you
They opened with the lightning
His voice came back
And the thinker's song
If someone lives inside me
He knows I like to talk
And that I have long chats
To hell with my soul
If someone lives inside me
he knows I like to talk
And that I have long chats
To hell with my soul
Stony legs and blind eyes from looking for you
They opened with the lightning
His voice came back
And the thinker's song
If someone lives inside me
He knows I like to talk
And that I have long chats
To hell with my soul
If someone lives inside me
he knows I like to talk
And that I have long chats
To hell with my soul
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