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I secretly put poison in breakfastTo end this long SaturdayA man-made satellite out of its orbit stares at us warily, its mouth looseningHow much time has gone by since I passed through the tower's gate?One hour? One day? One year? A hundred years?These stairs were so longThat I was entrapped by the feeling that I was going down as I was going upThere are probably no big differences between the twoI forgot most things, they dissolved in the rainMy memories will become nutrients for some soil somewhereBy now, someone faraway is waiting for the rainy seasonThe rainy season is far awayThe stairs end all of a sudden, the wind falls silentSilence wraps my surroundings, it seems like the time is ripeI threw open the door on the top floorAnd I saidAnd I said"The time has comeFor me to tell to that myself I gave birth toMemento Mori"The blue sky briefly looked a little strangeI touched your neck and pulled you inAnd thus, I became dictator of the towerLetras de cancionesAnd now, present sugar cubes to meWhen I looked at the view far below, your former shape wasn't thereA future history made by a printing pressThere is no serum for the disease of boredom, because this revolution won't cause any bloodshedI was entrapped by the feeling that I was dead and alive at the same timeThere are probably no big differences between the twoAs those footsteps got closer, like the minute hand of a clockI remembered that I knew thatThe footsteps disappeared, you threw the door openAnd saidAnd said"The time has comeFor me to tell to that myself I gave birth toMemento Mori"The blue sky briefly looked a little strangeYou touched my neck and pulled me inThe blue sky became a little strangeYou touched my neck and pulled me inThe blue sky embraces the tower, as it falls asleep From Letras Mania