In the depths of the forest there is
a tree with a cymbal it
hanged from one of its
most sturdy branches
in the past the tree was
set on fire
by those who didnt understand
its true meaning
We're travelling from one place to another
searching a midpoint,
but its the path where we will really
find what we are looking for
without rest
Have your breakfast
of pride a good taste?
and your incompetence?
We have allowed the warm
winter´scene to burn into ashes
you became lost as
you went round that corner
assuming of your attitude,
of your great honor
and forgetting about the
frozen season, in no rush
We're travelling from one place to another
searching a midpoint,
but its the path where we will really
find what we are looking for
without rest
Have your breakfast
of pride a good taste?
and incompleately incompetence?

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