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It's always varying Between watchfulness and breakdown There are moments where the brain pecisely clatters When I concentrate myself The number of breakdowns is massive Although less moments When you can draw up yourself There lies a massive gray, very lead over all Again and again I try to perceive the life But everything is brought to zero I try to think clearly, but every emotion is like frozen And suddenly I wonder about the coldness I have innerly evolved He is likely to come always there When you never expect him All the colours will raise never again Your loss blows up all dimensions Values, phantasies The pain is like a desert, full of brutally force From Letras Mania