JACK THE SMOKER:
Am I calm now/ ? only the last of the low blows all I have to do is wait for it to pass me / I'm lying in bed / I'm waiting for sleep to take me away with weight but shit I don't give in to it I deny myself / and at the same time I weigh myself down and find myself millions of scenes that I already have? seen/ where people walk and bump into you they don't apologize if you get close everyone accuses/ lost among millions of fake faces who pretend to help you and can't understand them no/ how can I explain to you that I don't want to be confused among others to give you mine glances/ Yes? it's late and the frost falls/ it goes below zero/ and I'm deluded that I'm writing a piece to stay whole/ advertisements pass on TV with the same twisted clean faces that hide dirty souls/ the worst second returns and it re-loops enemy troops with less signs in colludes / loses the taste for things that matter and I split into two half-truths? that collide/
Rit. JACK THE SMOKER:
And every second that passes it pumps anxiety/ and it's not there? a day that never leaves enough/ ? a dirty game of form and not substance / I'm at the most point? low but it's still not enough no/ every second pumps anxiety/ and it's not there? a day that never leaves enough/ all a false mask that deceives me/ ? a cannon that looks at me with a hand's breadth
JACK THE SMOKER:
Now my steps get confused/ in the queues at the counters in the endless traffic of stopped vehicles in the well-being closed behind a thousand gates I am/ taken elsewhere if I follow the their signs/ why? the enemies have the appearance of brothers and the / words here kill like knives / melliffe cells of illusions outside dreamers / will images be transmitted without more? colors/ Time that passes without changing seasons/ someone gives up/ someone sticks to the best (already?)/ if there is? who gives in/someone who pretends to be fine abandons themselves to their desire to have/they already know it anyway? what doesn't belong to them (well)/ do they already know? what is freedom? Not ? in their power/ I feel distant from them from the first day with them their chase for the gold of the man wolf of man/ since I find myself alone in days that I don't spend between boredom, books or work/ here every body remains/ attached to the little lives/ ? an instrument in an orchestra
Rit. JACK THE SMOKER:
It's cold lead inside the body that warms an angel looks at me and with the cock that saves me/ spits on my naked life and the mouth of a Judas who eats my raw flesh/ I only see silhouettes I look from a crack and more? does the vision become darker/more? fear rises still the iron in my hands and / without a tomorrow I don't know if I'm alive / I try to move my hands our plans gone wrong / I don't know what to think who made me do it to play the criminal now I'd even give my head just to come back another day with you to be able to hug you again/ seconds pass that/ seem like hours to me/ I scream your name but I only hear a noise/ I only smell your voice now don't abandon me/ please Lord< br/>

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