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I see the passionate who kill themselves with drinkOr drugs or speeding cars in order not to thinkThey must have felt like there just nothing was to doOh why hast thou murdered those who see the mostIn search of a true thrill or clue?There's something wrong here where the best ones want to goParker, Lautreamont, Monroe, they held it just to throwThe world away who were its grace before they leftTo choose to have a point of view obliviousThat leaves the rest of us bereftThen I see the piercing eyes that look through all until they see their backThere where any thought will think about itself and that's the only factThere a man has left just death, delirium and drugs or feel the lackThe air is cool today, the time is drawing nearMy walls are white and so's my brain afloat in self-made fearA banal feeling of the sort I ain't insaneNo fate worse than to never leave yourselfAnd it's as well the most repulsive painThe air is cool today that whistles through my ribsMy skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bibI call out baby, but her face looks like a clockTick tock alive triumphant victimsLetras de cancionesSo surprised we can't recover from the shockMe I like a joke as much as anybody else but some are roughYeah when the joke's on you though you're the joker too you've had enoughThen when there is no one there because there's nothing there you call your bluff From Letras Mania