It's so improbable to find the light When clouds are rubbing me Words run creating hatred scrawl Streets have nothing more to ask
When I relive this pain Chessmen have a unique colour And the clash begins
Words run creating hatred scrawl Streets have nothing more to ask
I feel all the moves I know all the moves But I can't expect them 'cause I'm the battlefield
When I relive this pain Chessmen have a unique colour And the clash begins I feel all the moves I know all the moves But I can't expect them 'cause I'm the battlefield
My feeble profile seems to implode My aural prison becomes the perfect hiding place View is overturning To this internal Abyss Where my withered leaves burn And mirrors have nothing left to reflect And the clash begins