Every blink reminds us of our ashes
In flames, running the maze
That took us to the center of the earth
In a trip of ten thousand miles
Looking through the veil of poor delusion
Waiting for the storm to pass over my mind
Seizing the opportunities to disengage my own curse
The reasons that give sense to the notes that enclose this voyage
Are reflected on the ghosts that
pursuit us, the ghost we don't want to forget
The hope of dodging the cold, silver, lost bullets
Strengthen the dream and dissolve the fear
Magotts gnawing the graves
Of those who kepth this alive
We walk among ghosts,
No different to the ones that left us
The reasons that give sense to the notes that enclose this voyage
Are reflected on the ghosts that
pursuit us, the ghost we don't want to forget
The hope of dodging the cold, silver, lost bullets
Strengthen the dream and dissolve the fear
When we came back from the voyage
We were in a familiar place, but different than before
Some debris of what it was, and what it might have been
Not even close of being forgotten and much less longed for
The taste of blood in our mouths
Counts each of our battles
If I had only one more day to breath
I'd fought each of them once again
All of the pieces are still together
In a silent scream of war
That rumbles on the way to the abyss
Where we start a new memoir

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