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Get rid of the regresses that wrap the flesh, eyes that don't know how to cry to their deaths,

stepping on mud from one place to another,lies, adaptation only means seansation.

Like a nomad, from one place to another, whats been hunted consumes, theres no harvest

without a seed. Future won't let you go, it's always waiting for you.

Harmful it is, to see dead people dance, but when will you stop feeling that uncomfortable show?,

but when will you stop feeling that uncomfortable show.

Everything goes by real fast, abrupt, what is it that you lost?

go on, take a look and you'll find a portrait,

Now blow the wind and tell me what you see,

A tear, a sigh, and your forehead up high.

Where're you going Icarus, out of the shadows you fly?,

real wings is what you need.

I could have fallen, but I will cross the clouds,

Even though my wings melt a thousand times, until then I will stand up and fly.