This is my obelisk, the scorched wings of love, I saw the world differently.
In their eyes, I'm just a degenerate. The holes have been dug for a long time and are waiting ahead.
They repeat something out of rhythm, they threaten, they shout, they curse and their mouths are foaming.
Generation Pi will brand you, just take a step outside the perimeter.
It’s a gray day for the repit, be it on average, or they’ll correct the statistics with a bullet.
Replenishing the ranks, the young choose their own bishops.
Get out of a rut, get lost and might find something new.
I spit on the limit, identical zombies marching in columns.
Hey, come on, don't cry. There is time and ink, which means we will fight.
Everything is by the will of fate; many demands are already coming from space.
Something aches in my chest, it gets worse in the fall, I want to get on the train.
I beg you, swear, when the search ends, bracho, finish us off.
What pushes you forward, to set off on thin ice from the last station?
There, in one of the worlds, I will find what I am looking for, but for now I’m hurrying up.
What pushes you forward, to set off on thin ice from the last station?
There, in one of the worlds, I will find what I am looking for, but for now I’m hurrying up.
We are all dust, bro, just candy wrappers. The inhabitants of the earth - our mother.
Here romantics and traitors compete with daggers or dresses.
Trusting only yourself is a rule. Grinning at the posters and banners
With ragged mouths, they say you’re worrying in vain, your topic is a play for young ladies.
Here's a crazy man, where are you going? Your rules are like a pitchfork through the water.
With or without fault, I take a ticket, which is carried away in a blizzard, where.
Just up to the glaciers, carve a stone obelisk for centuries, no matter how.
Gasping to rise above the clouds to beat out your dawn or sunset.
What pushes you forward, to set off on thin ice from the last station?
There, in one of the worlds, I will find what I am looking for, but for now I’m hurrying up.
What pushes you forward, to set off on thin ice from the last station?
There, in one of the worlds, I will find what I am looking for, but for now I’m hurrying up.
