disarmonia mundi
quicksand symmetry
I find out life is sometimes Cauterized by the words It seems the end of our times Of reacting to the wounds Turn off the led The light that gets you Normalized to the mass A gala performance Everyone with its mask Automata glad to ignore There's a mind behind the glass I am sad in my soul As I paint a cold smile on my mouth My thoughts are for the hollow hearts I'm creeping It's nine o' clock, I'm drunk The best way to keep on Disgusted by the price I'll leave this world at all As soon as I'll be out I will take a breath And walk in search of someone The face I can see