Illegal curve of fate does not stop
but it runs straight tip and decided to disaster
closed in a deserted night full of rubble
indeed it may get dirty in the mire of remembrance
imperceptible flow non-negotiable in the hope
not lost the brazen air of asking not give up
continuing to wander around in circles in the alley in the cold
counting the hours of the afternoon will go out on the waterfront
the lip biting on weary steps and long of a church
basically still burns the word open and the desire
consoling wicked smile and offends love.
It is far away stands the micro sound of a siren in the urban night
does not add up nerves are rubbed
in the obvious joke without manners passersby on holidays
sheer ignorance applaud the slaughter entertainment
to the bitter end to that anything that serves to confuse forever
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