I don't care if it turns me black
Or either makes me happy
I light my candles sparing on my knees
Hoping the answers for my empty dreams
In that loneliness hall of fame
I won't have a sit
Too much expensive and I won't pay for this
Corrupted and undying thing
Wandering by the streets of lust
I see they laughing at their dusky
I hide my eyes and lower my head
so that my reality I begin to dare
Confined in your own trees
Of desperation and depredation
The machines of money have already started to scream
Bleeding all the things I used to believe
And All I swear,
is to become anywhere
to behave everywhere
to burst the unfair
not to be someone else
in a world of jerks
Taking me back...