Losing time,
Measuring the forbidden,
Fabricating predictions,
Moisture rising,
Cigarette maintenance on a regular basis.
The interior is simple,
The attraction is another tree.
The exhausting, freezing summer
Has no support, only mockery.
This is insignificant, you tell yourself,
As you hurt your knee on the sidewalk.
The freezing territory,
Full of stupor, it’s maintenance.
Walking away without a roof,
Pleasure, honor, rigor
A long requirement for your path,
Without refrai, the earth you must gain,
Until your soul shines in peace,
Without being noticed,
Without lying, feeling,
Without memory.
Despair with black eyes,
Liver red, no blood, no time.
It does not carry the fire, King.
The encampment you carry,
The reign, the fire in iron,
Placed right by yours,
Without bread or a brother,
You wash yourself of your airs.
You are unhappy,
But you explore the fence
How much of your glory fades?
Master what you can,
To the point, and go little by little,
Leave your money,
Finish leaving,
No rest,
Awkward, jittery,
The spirit without having served,
Its wavy fists have slowed.
They feel indemnity.
The spirit is empty.
You dive into the catacombs of Paris
Go easy.