I would walk across
every floor I reach
sprinkled with
my dark sarcasm
and I would like to dismiss
the trend to reject
overfilled

refren:
the rattle in her hands eroded my trust in her words
the rattle in her hands in spite of all promises
All she had done make vomit and shit

the rattle in her hands
each piece of my defeat every moment of your
(warm) embrace brings me the
Consolidation!!!!

I I promise I believe I can
but now I'm into falling
my dark sarcasm
hard time good time my choice is clean and pure
the rule is simple

And all of the pieces I gather and form
hunger I cannot image why I'm
slave of my stomach the need to be full
anyway end is the death

grief
fire
can take me higher
hey
say
what's all about
my
style
no limits upon
fork
knife
weapon of my heart

I never thought I'd like to be clear
and I know how hard is to be real

consolidation x4!!!

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