Televicio

I'm losing my way and my voice
Too late to miss you, love.
Maybe it was your excuse,
It was becoming a ghost without your salt,
A maze with a net,
Picking up the flag, you were so faithful.
You're losing what you're looking for,
You hid the bone and everything went wrong.
I never saw myself in a mental institution,
Sanity turns into the scar.
And that old bridge fell,
And now I keep aging on television.
Asylums draining pain;
Hidden freedom.
I just broke the mirror of your soul
And once again I walked through the corners of your silence.