WOS – PURPURA

WOS – PURPURA


PURPLE ,PURPLE ,
I see the color in the air PURPLE ,PURPLE ,
They want me to be nobody PURPLE ,PURPLE ,
We are going to continue this dance The dance of those who resist dancing even if they want us to be nobody PURPLE ,PURPLE ,
I see the color in the air PURPLE ,PURPLE ,
They want me to be nobody PURPLE ,PURPLE ,
We are going to continue this dance The dance of those who resist dancing even if they want us to be nobody Because dancing I understand what happens, instead false love frays If one day you are God, and the other Cockroach, Half stops you from wanting when you lose the streak I was traveling to the deepest part of my being, and when I wanted to realize it I was not making any I think I have floated or was such the pressure, I think I exploded It seems like the last straw, Just when I look for pears, I become elm The more empty, the more I compose, I built my house between box and bass drum There, asleep, I breathe and groan. I look at you transpire and I hate myself, I’m not sober, that’s obvious, give me another sip ¿Or am I other? How long have we not thought about ourselves? PURPLE,PURPLE, I see the color in the air PURPLE,PURPLE, They want me to be nobody PURPLE,PURPLE, We’re going to continue this dance The dance of those who resist dancing even if they want us to be nobody PURPLE.PURPLE, I see the color in the air PURPLE,PURPLE, They want me to be nobody PURPLE,PURPLE, We’re going to continue this dance The dance of those who resist dancing even if they want us to be nobody I leave the scars, they are the body map that remind me what I did We are earthworms, solitary worms in the belly of this unhappy world We are clones, Clonazepam clin box and money of heaps, that do not react We are clones, Clonazepam clin box and money of heaps, that you clutter That you live producing, so that you continue consuming, there is no place for emotions, we are seeing it If our pleasure comes with bases and conditions Are you fucking me? Entities full of selfishness, I want to see them when they face their abyss If you paint walls, it looks like vandalism, but they kill women. And that does not matter to you? NO! No! I am not a moralist, only part of the artist, I unload on the track my point of view I make him undress, I get distracted, He asks me for a clue, bye, bye, bye I like to tell what I really feel, So in 10 years I will know what I thought at 20 I understand that they do not know what to express, If they are living shit What the fuck are they going to tell? PURPLE,PURPLE, I see the color in the air PURPLE,PURPLE, They want me to be nobody PURPLE,PURPLE, We’re going to continue this dance The dance of those who resist dancing even if they want us to be nobody NANANANANANA

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