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Scrape up the burned out body Put my feeling on to it, fix it and let it flow in the stream of time Give anxiety to the continuous rain Shake off the tainted ashes Advance, retrace, always raining at the beginning Rain an incantation of amnesia Fill in with felocity and imitation For whom we travel? An opened wind vent is filled with the ready made articles Realized at the last moment Depth of affection, consequence upon infatuation, shame of lacking, fake conversations The endless dependence on top of my fist Let sound release it Feet took off for the place Not to fear, only doubts keep swelling Forget to worry and keep remaining Liberation is to hold hands in the back And summon only words From Letras Mania