Hanging without ropes,
tripping over the memories of another self of mine.
undecided whether i should glide or run away from me.
alter ego at the altar of my imperfection,
exploring all my indecision you'll not find my usual doubts...
sweet blades burn the only ways of escape
i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here
and i find myself seated,
without giving aid to you, proudly guilty.
there are new smiles to be traced in the hypnotic chaos
of my body. mocking my beloved narcissism:
not that my hatred is interesting,
but it seduces me with anger and power
and i’m hanging without strenght
on the insolence of an unstable tomorrow
sweet blades burn the only ways of escape
i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here
and i find myself seated, without giving aid to you, proudly guilty.
i wake up accustomed to stale air
runnig over the shards of my wounded love
deceiving me of being able to add to the memory
our lost innocence
(besides the cry of the false beliefs)
I approve the decapitation of our destiny
i admire your dissaproval but your indulgence doesn't cradle me
because only violence mocks my loneliness
towards the right, bitter vision of everything.
sweet blades burn the only ways of escape
i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here
and i find myself seated,
without giving aid to you, proudly guilty.
