Vértical Isósceles

VERTICAL ISÓSCELES

My heart stops

I feel like being created as a cartoon

I want to be inside

The world comes down

There’s nothing left to lose inside the turn

I don’t want to look back

Blessed event, it was to be created

Those words I thought I belong

I saw the dove, get out of

Being created (x2)

Confused and stunned I disarm,

I didn’t want to give up,

The mainstream to do

I felt like being to be created

Those words I thought I belong

I saw my love, I saw my love

Want to fly, I remorse

I want create, that blessed event again

Bury me, Bury you stood inside

Starts to bleed, bury and bury you!

I’m afraid of losing control

I’m afraid of being created

The lump in throat is too bad

Carry on with faithless under control.

Bury me…