Derailed the wagon of shame
Already with nothing to oppose
Almost torn from the tentacle of passion
Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove
Speculating the mustard
It is the cross that was once a heat stove
If nothing makes sense
If nothing makes sense
If nothing is normal anymore
We are not broken
We are not normal
Removing the area of your square mind
The smaller, unique we had left
If there is nothing to hang on to
If nothing was a test?
We are not broken
We are not normal
Derailed the wagon of shame
Already with nothing to oppose
Almost torn the tentacle of passion
Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove
Speculating the mustard
It is the cross that was once a heat stove
We are the chosen ones
We are chosen!
This is time of our lifes!
We are not broken
We are not normal
Not normal
Not normal inside
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Derailed the wagon of shame
Already with nothing to oppose
Almost torn from the tentacle of passion
Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove
Speculating the mustard
It is the cross that was once a heat stove
If nothing makes sense
If nothing makes sense
If nothing is normal anymore
We are not broken
We are not normal
Removing the area of your square mind
The smaller, unique we had left
If there is nothing to hang on to
If nothing was a test?
We are not broken
We are not normal
Derailed the wagon of shame
Already with nothing to oppose
Almost torn the tentacle of passion
Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove
Speculating the mustard
It is the cross that was once a heat stove
We are the chosen ones
We are chosen!
This is time of our lifes!
We are not broken
We are not normal
Not normal
Not normal inside
Already with nothing to oppose
Almost torn from the tentacle of passion
Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove
Speculating the mustard
It is the cross that was once a heat stove
If nothing makes sense
If nothing makes sense
If nothing is normal anymore
We are not broken
We are not normal
Removing the area of your square mind
The smaller, unique we had left
If there is nothing to hang on to
If nothing was a test?
We are not broken
We are not normal
Derailed the wagon of shame
Already with nothing to oppose
Almost torn the tentacle of passion
Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove
Speculating the mustard
It is the cross that was once a heat stove
We are the chosen ones
We are chosen!
This is time of our lifes!
We are not broken
We are not normal
Not normal
Not normal inside
Writer: Ricardo Torres
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