When the rock was dead
You were born
Bringing with you
The feeling of life
The errand on your songs
Made us understand your death
And in a shout of pain
The wish Happened
Your ideology wasn’t lost
Suffice contain it
Don’t deny the sound
Of your subconscious
Say right away
Your philosophy
It’s better to burn now
Than put it out gradually
You thought it was the end
You were deceived
Nothing has finished
It’s only an interval
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