Are you ready, to the story without the end? To the story, Where live wished to become dead
My eyes are always open, I can’t drink water and hairs don't grow on my head I will dress sun glasses when go to the masses, they can notice me after all
Have no money, have no documents and name Have no breathing, what a pity, what a shame
But I am really scared at the cemetery, and faces disappear for me People make me matter, with music it's better, they can notice me after all