I've a thousand ways to ruin all
But I'm walking to poor choices
A negative pulse will be searching for me
Immobilized in the cerebral cell
I'm observing my steps
Are you coming to poison my remarks?
This grating offers
Protective trees and feeble barriers
But is too distant
The innocence's round dance
My various eyes are melting
'Cause the past is kidding me with the same consoling mask
But I'm coming to the passage
The exit from this opaque, filthy case
Come to listen
It's so refined, the whisper of my rise
Coming to the passage
I've a thousand ways to ruin all
But I'm walking to poor choices
A negative pulse will be searching for me
Are you coming to poison my remarks?
This grating offers
Protective trees and feeble barriers
But is too distant
The innocence's round dance
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