Exiled from my flesh
I live as a guest of my name;
The disturbing mistake
where the smile is not born.
Black sun spring
silenced with poison;
The Metropolis of guilt
with his hunting eyes
(My shards dissolve)
In a buried story.
No memory of pain
Dying my blood
When the world turns
what will become of me?
Echo in the void
When the clock keeps on
Which hand will sentence my madness?
Verb incarnate
Thrown into a disguise
Woven by the gaze of God,
original sin
Where the thought does not flourish,
Lonely black voice
That screams from the pores,
Forced into the cure
For asking for freedom
Lie, Embody the mask,
Falls into the abyss
When the word turns
what will become of me?
Void in the echo
When the time keeps on
Which hand will sentence my madness?
Verb incarnate
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