Inside the habits of the rock
there are freezed feelings
that you keep bury with hate
to not break up even more your fragile heart

Inside the walls of your agony
Rise up buildings made of memories, friends of your solitude
memories that not allows you to heal your wounds
and arrive to the top of your being

With my hands tied I feel
for having this shame because I can not attach the glasses of your soul

Inside the habits of the rock
there are screams of a soul razed by the pain
inside the habits of the rock
Im waiting for you

Withered and old are the paw prints in your skin
it is time that you stand up under the rain to wash it all away
and banish the suffering inside you, see to the stars
without wounds, without any suffering.

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