A collection of valuable things
a heap of memories from the closet to the bag
clothes and shoes , photos of dust...and the past
from the small hours of weakness
to the big hours of anger

Eight o' clock in the morning , a phonecall
some kind of inconceivable conversation
desperation...and a shut
from the days of acceptance
to the years of rejection

There are moments that your world goes up & down
no matter how hard you try , you cannot reach the conscious life
it's a losing game with the truth and lie
No one knows whatever happened to the stranger with the smiley face
Someone said "he might have just gone to the road to nowhere"

Dynamite is about to explode ,
now it's the right time for a change
dazzled and obscured
all ghosts shall be conjured away

There are moments that your world goes up & down
no matter how hard you try , you cannot reach the conscious life
it's a losing game with the space and time
No one knows whatever happened to the stranger with the smiley face
Someone said "he might have just gone to the road to nowhere"

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