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Time determines
The passage
Of the years
The rotten smell
The right in the palm of your hand
And the faith that redeems you

A woman that
Leaves her passions
A man that can’t sail
On Procrustean
Encountered paths
And his bed of evil

I have more
Important things
To attend to
In the misery
Of your descendants
One only knows how we came here
But we don’t know
Where we come from
We ruin the path of good will
Even though we always get to hell itself

Don’t torment me anymore x2

With the book under arm
Preaching on the paths it’s always the same
I’ll see you in disappointment
How shall it be?
Cold, freezing? Come over
Why don’t you say a word?

You always leave early
And she’s left waiting

Use your alien
And it will tell you
We are a cosmic hemorrhage
Bones, embryos
Old souls, cold water
Dust in the cosmos
Remains of the fall of Adam
In paradise.

Nothing’s wrong
Nothing’s right
Things on the board
Worlds in their system
Back to business
Advancing further
And retreating less

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