And you continue telling to the world
that every man is worth of another
and you round for a defect
but you do another jump
your jumps in your emptiness
you say better that nothing
too alone,too many times
too many times,too much world
and it's always too high
and you don't succeed to lower it
it's an old company
the volume of your lies
that things are clear
they carry it off,only the tough things
that who hopes to hurt himself
and by now you are tough inside
much more than this, that is enough
they can do to you nothing
no love,no faults
and it's always too high
and you don't succeed to lower it
it's a certain guarantee
the volume of your lies
these burnt pages
the ripped chapters
it's an old anthology
the volume of your lies
and you continue telling to the world
that you can be far
that you have already all that serves
and that you have always your hand
and if it stll happens to you
that you see in the face the sea
you turn in a hurry your eyes and your heart
that you have something else to think about
and it's always too high
and you don't succeed to lower it
it's a certain prophecy
the volume of your lies
these burnt pages
the ripped chapters
it's an old company
the volume of your lies