Rearrange shapes that includes your time
I´m not a dark line of your book
So many times i´ve left myself, i´m not another brick on the wall
So close form the outside, waiting to be like them
Inside, a feeling of your mind
Hide your instincts, only when I show you mines
The weakest weapon last forever
Find the door, to close it when you loose control
The answer is not, what´s wrong with that ?
To the sun of the dark never ends...to the pain of your solu that stays on the inside
I cry