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Half Sad
All the ashes has been locked inside
My pleasures no longer need to be tied
Just for see the beauty evil smile when you hide your eyes
It doesnīt happening yet, but I already get
I finally got free the sickness doubt
It doesnt matter if I canīt progress
Its all hidden inside your head
If I could understand what you think
No reason, you dont need to speak
But is just another way to try
To breathe the secret things of live
Shall the past be made of proud?
As internal fences keeps the enjoyment of laughs?
Your search is not to ambitious
Any act can destroy the mystery that makes you safe
May we died whiteout find answer
Nothing worse to stake
In a conscious big mistake
I pass another sad explain
But you still, never complain
The most logical true can kill us all
So you run, I see you run
Iīm running to, together to fun
The private you, the private me
Isnt strange? But we work that way
And I have no complain
But, sad for you
And even worse for me
We donīt can see
Between the cage and free
The solution, all people chose
Is forbidden, but is efficient for sure
Made our own hell, whit your own playground
Closed to external pain, closed to the end
Only in devils playground we found
The thing that we really want, a key to be free
There still always in our souls pocket
You just donīt have the eyes to see
Donīt worry, we will create them
For now, what you want to be?
My pleasures no longer need to be tied
Just for see the beauty evil smile when you hide your eyes
It doesnīt happening yet, but I already get
I finally got free the sickness doubt
It doesnt matter if I canīt progress
Its all hidden inside your head
If I could understand what you think
No reason, you dont need to speak
But is just another way to try
To breathe the secret things of live
Shall the past be made of proud?
As internal fences keeps the enjoyment of laughs?
Your search is not to ambitious
Any act can destroy the mystery that makes you safe
May we died whiteout find answer
Nothing worse to stake
In a conscious big mistake
I pass another sad explain
But you still, never complain
The most logical true can kill us all
So you run, I see you run
Iīm running to, together to fun
The private you, the private me
Isnt strange? But we work that way
And I have no complain
But, sad for you
And even worse for me
We donīt can see
Between the cage and free
The solution, all people chose
Is forbidden, but is efficient for sure
Made our own hell, whit your own playground
Closed to external pain, closed to the end
Only in devils playground we found
The thing that we really want, a key to be free
There still always in our souls pocket
You just donīt have the eyes to see
Donīt worry, we will create them
For now, what you want to be?
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