It´s another day telling the same old story again
It´s too late cos the grass has grown inside your brain
Omission of lines shaped a grey face with zeros and ones
You were drawn in fog by the friendly parasite pet over again
Walking to get your beauty mental chains for life
It has fade out and alienation has come to you
Getting old while you get it all but you have empty hands
Omission of lines shaped a grey face with zeros and ones
You were drawn in fog by the friendly parasite pet over again
Get me a piece of truth that is behind those lost eyes
You are easily blinded