I know 

what you lack 

what you lack

when you look me in the eye

 

you try to hide it 

if you like 

in disguise 

it will show in time

 

 

 

I know 

I know 

what you lack 

what you lack

when you look me in the eye

 

 

 

i see you

i won't tell

but i see you

I'm sure others have

 

 

don't tell me what I see 

thats what you planned you would be

its all in my eyes in my eyes

Its been a while since 

         you last woke up         

Its been a while since 

i last felt the rush

you love the fight fever high

i barely remember how it is

to have you fighting on my side

wake up 

pretty warrior 

wake up 

wake up 

pretty warrior

wake up    

i don’t know how i forgot to bite

but i will remember when you come

 

 

 

long journey days 

dusty and dry ways  

our horse needs to pause 

soon the night will fall

you speak in your sleep

even then you sound strong and clear

how loud can your spirit be

 

 

overwhelming haze

over our heads 

all my cells are alert

i can bite again

what you did i wanna drink

even high you sound strong and clear

how loud can your spirit be

voices making my head hurt

i don't know why

they tell me now

voices making my head hurt

they say I'm wrong

don't wanna know

 

 

busy self-justifying 

dirt in hands trying to survive

building to avoid to see 

too far out to breath

 

i won't stall to attack   

i might choose the lie 

i assure i will survive 

 

i saw you through that glass

and i knew something was gonna crush

 

 

 

i misswalked for so long

now these voices won't stop

i got here reasoning

you were who told me thinking is a trick

 

i can not keep the trick on

i can not turn around and un-walk 

 

don't dare to think

thinking is a trick

don't dare to think

thinking is a trick

too far out to breath

That day your eyes 

looked straight ahead

For the first time 

since you took my way 

Your hair still dancing 

with the air

It was a beautiful day

 

Your steps gave birth 

to a lovely crack

From them to mine still growing between our lands

I praise the earth for opening up

It was a beautiful day

What a beautiful day

 

 

The rays of light 

originated that day

Are reaching my eyes now

They survived time

For me to look back 

And see the beauty behind

That brutally carved crack

Our lovely crack

The mountain is dark

The peak is high

The storm must come

It is hot

And I can't let you dry

 

 

 We are soon to be full

Meanwhile, the walk has begun

The mountain is dark

But it only has a certain hight 

 

We are coming up

This human plague 

is a happy high tide

We celebrate the end 

Of a decaying kind

 

 

 

 

Like ants excited by 

a newly found feast 

We are surrounding the base

Little colorful dots

Forming a moving growing stain 

Climbing to the top

 

 

 

The storm must come    

The mountain is dark

The peak is high

But it only has a certain hight 

The mountain is dark

The peak is high

The storm must come

It is hot

 

 

Like ants excited by 

a newly found feast 

We are surrounding the base

Like ants excited by 

a newly found feast

We are surrounding the base 

                               

 the base 

                               

 the base 

                               

 the base

I look for a thread 

invisible and golden

connecting all  

 

I´m tired of the long ways

I look for the thread 

connecting all 

 

Booms Beings Tears

Stones Clouds Years

 

 

Sometimes I see some glimpses 

Of its cartography

All its curls black holes detours 

There all existing shortcuts are

 

Connecting all dark 

with its correspondent light

 

Connecting all dark 

with its own light

 

 

I look for a thread

invisible and golden

I´m tired of the long ways

I look for the thread

Connecting all 

Connecting all  

 

Sometimes I see some glimpses 

Of its cartography

All its curls black holes detours 

There all existing shortcuts are

 

 

Connecting all dark 

Connecting all dark 

Connecting all dark 

with its own light

a walk

a harmless walk in the forest

it is haunting me

 

I'm lost

i'm lost in the forest

it is sunny

the colors of the leaves

the voices of the wind

the top of the trees whining

the top of the trees whining

 

 

 

I'm lost

i'm lost in the forest

it is dark

the colors of the night

the noises of the wild

the top of the trees dancing

 the top of the trees dancing 

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