My hands are my hands, so my
actions will always have my
name.
Racionalism under the
drunkness of identities and
dreams.
I fall from the hill of
nihilism. Journeys without
maps.
Pretending these days are
my everything. Feeding fire with
no desire.
We stand behind
something. We stand behind
everything.
Holding on to secret
plans, waiting for
regret.
actions will always have my
name.
Racionalism under the
drunkness of identities and
dreams.
I fall from the hill of
nihilism. Journeys without
maps.
Pretending these days are
my everything. Feeding fire with
no desire.
We stand behind
something. We stand behind
everything.
Holding on to secret
plans, waiting for
regret.