I am the sadness
I am the own sadness
That looks at the world
With the eyes of the pain
And wait for the solitude

Brutality, destroyed cars
People in pieces
Speed and imprudence
Of who thinks to be GOD

Listen the voice of the anything
See as that is beautiful
Get scared with the noise
That breaks the hot silence
And turns the coldest night

And me that thought about killing me
Aberration of who is imperfect
That surrenders to the pain
That have not afraid of suffering
And have not afraid of dying

Then we killed ourselves slowly
Getting hurt step by step
Tortured eternally
For our naive hands
Of who one day will be sorry

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