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When we have one word left unsaid, it will be the end
A lie will be born dressed in a tuxedo
You will attend the meeting of my death that will be in the garden
Where the ideas of this madman grew
Now that I know everything, I feel much more alone

My world starts from within
Behind the sockets of my black eyes
Because there is no light inside and I want
Everything to take the shape of its sincere meaning
I want to dream and wake up with you

Your wisdom is the call of an unparalleled love
Because I love the beauty of bright minds
That are behind an impenetrable gaze

I am a stranger estranged
And they lie to me too
There are no exceptions here
I have also deceived myself
Sometimes I have looked beyond the apparent
And found myself in parentheses, disillusioned

Of course, I want to be happy
I include sadness in my way of living, I need it
And it's better in small doses
MC, knowing that nothing good is infinite

If everything ends?
Why start it?
The good thing about dreams is that you don't have to pay for them
Just waking up is always the most expensive price
I get stuck and that day not even God takes me to work

I put my heart into every verse, me?
I love excess
Be it in tears or kisses, be it in that
Which you call freedom that makes you prisoners
Yes, be it in sex, which is overvalued too much I think
I don't believe in myself much more than in God

I don't know if God exists, or if I'm the sad one?
If he heard our sobs, he turned a deaf ear
I'm not resentful, I understand that we disgust him
They envy us for being mortal
Maybe it's because every moment of our life
Is important, fleeting, transient, ephemeral

And what is clear here
Is that no love will be like the first
It's not that I lack hope, it's that you disappoint
I believe in love, but I don't believe in people
Because they are the ones who prefer to exchange it for other things
I think there is no desire, they simply settle

But you have to dream even if it sounds typical
You have to seek the utopian, the cosmic, the sensational
To be happy, you will always have to take a risk
And I? I would lose everything for the little
That a dream lasts, seriously
That a woman made me stop being myself

Do you have to learn from what hurt you if not?
You would still be an idiot like everyone else
Who do not know passion because they fear it

You like the tasteless, the lukewarm, the neutral, the bearable
Nothing belongs to you, you will perish being nobody
I live at the extreme of pain and pleasure
You are born to die, I died to be born damn

I get caught up in unanswered questions
And I don't dwell on it unless it's to turn it around
In my head, too many?
That's why we have it round and not square

Look, I'm fed up with myself and my ghosts
You? You'll never be my fan if you haven't read Franz Kafka, go away
Pretty faces don't stain my resume
If anything, among my sheets you'll find the lyrics of my album

Why is everything I write something I dreamed and if it's forgotten?
Someone else will dream it again in another life, trust me
And you will be just a shooting star
Shining in my agony of an immortal suicide