My throat hurts, if I walk I get dizzy.
All I think about is resting, but there\'s still a long way to go.
That\'s not the bad part. Who do I tell the bad part to?
I don\'t think I\'ll ever understand, no.
The wind blows and makes me feel like I\'m 7 again.
Jacket and I\'m off to buy bread.
On credit again? Angel knows it\'s not my fault.
My future is being raffled off by all the bigwigs.
I\'m not cold, I\'m broken, very broken!
How can I not condemn my innocence to life imprisonment?
Worrying makes me waste more time for nothing.
Guilt will always show me the bastard in the mirror.
Not even the most repulsive and intense vomiting can free me from this.
The shadows are just waiting to ruin a good moment in silence.
I don\'t say anything, but my neurons are tangled up in a brawl.
They want me to screw up forever. Lately, I\'ve been sensing the truth in the earliest rituals.
I\'m increasingly convinced by the idea that I\'m tied up and without food.
After you get up close and personal with the skinny girl and she takes the sun,
it doesn\'t sound so crazy to break the rope of a potential demon.
I feel God\'s wrath like a flood in my sockets.
The vipers of logic entangle the righteous and take them away.
The memory of the elders of my village whispers in my ear.
\"...I only hope that those who don\'t know how to wait repent in time.\"