sábado, 19 de janeiro de 2013

...

four corners in the room
five doors to spare you
from your doom
left, right, up, down and ahead
there's no coming back
why don't you look to the cornes instead
dark, cold, silent and loud
wich one you'll choose ?
they'll always haunt
they write, they shout
they whisper aloud
they smile, they cry
they cover themselves
with their arms around
sit and move
forward, reverse
forward, reverse
forward, reverse
never stop laughing
haven't you heard
screams, of infant agony
pain of the most mature sanity
you let your window open
and they won't let you out
where're the chains ?
hear this chain sound ?
I've been walking this corridor
for days and what have I found ?
this door... it's opening !
...

four corners in the room
five doors to spare you
from your doom
left, right, up, down and ahead
there's no coming back
why don't you look to the cornes instead
dark, cold, silent and loud
wich one you'll choose ?

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