All that I could be
All that I won’t see, later
I live it every night
I leave it every night
All that I should be
Hidden behind glasses babe
I leave it to the past,
Give me another mask
The one I won’t meet
The thing I won’t feel, I dream
It’s written on the ground
Nothing is missing down here
The tought I won’t hear
The hit I won’t feel, maybe
Will hurt another time
Will be another one here
I thought that you were gone
But you were hiding in my stomach
Digging little holes
A torrent of emotions. Michael.
Lost in the rhythm. Prison
In the mouth of the whale looking for wisdom,
To remind me I’m innocent. Jackson.
Judgment. System. Battles.
Give me a lawyer, God is my witness.
Big fish. Man you should listen. Hustle.
The truth after dinner. Festen.
What is important, muscles?
Ocean is not only waves, fractures, where is the middle?
I’m guilty. Need a preacher. Want to surf on the curls.