ive lost my vector of moving
a certain time ago
designed to be without imperfections
i disappointed you so
but i am not myself quite near to love
familiar picture hanging from above
the endless repetitions roll inside my head
id better not feel alone
despite i have microphone
driving life delicious with just water and bread
should be the main aim above all
repetitions continue to roll
put them to the back of my mind
stimulate my frontal lobe
keep pronouncing words i couldn t find myself
till im the smallest happy person on the globe
after you ve realised it it s attached to you
each time you fake emotions it gets deeper in
after you take precautions it reminds you of itself
and every time you cry there is a new route to begin
distorted recollections of the things ive done
inflame every once in a while
the water being spilt from the Nile
the overstressed rejections of my mother tongue
to much effort addressed to the fame
recollections proceed to inflame
always chance to live them behind
regulate and turn the knobs
reoccuring stories i could tell myself
till im the smallest happy person on the globe
systems fall apart but you develop faster than that
im praying for you and all the skills you'll scan
in this chaotic world i got to offer them
divide my life till im the smallest happy man
thoughts in the back of my mind
dying from the tip of my tongue
through disordered thinking i could figure out
some work's still left to be completed till im done
