Control Machete
Much Cheap
Puppet
I crouch down with a lament, I get out of the
story, story...How did I get into the story? I don't understand the lament, I don't understand, I don't understand how it is that I feed myself. When I enter the
story I become violent, slow...
as I go inside, when
I think or feel, being what I think, I tell... it continues
shaking. If madness
affects without indifference, it enters,
hits, shakes the sphere, if it is that
right conscience, each simple
idea, enters, hits, think what you want. You will go to imagine, but you don't
sleep, feel... how the rhythm
stops, if I chase the target,
wind on top, flank... how
It's just that I can endure so much.
You're going to imagine....
When I enter the story I get
violent, slow... how am I going to get inside, when I think or I feel,
I feel what I think, I tell...
it continues shaking. The truth is that
you fly every time you get blocked,
crazy, but just a little, you fly
and you wallow and start to turn a thousand
turns, calm is only while
Do you come in, net?...what a sad
marionette.
If the condemnation feels like
complacency, it waters, hits, shakes
the earth, if it is that madness
affects without indifference, you go first,
I am the mere mere. You will imagine,
but you don't sleep, you fear... how the
world holds, if I chase the
target, wind on high, flank...
how It's just that I can endure so much.
You'll imagine....

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