When we fall down in the monotony of dreams,
We live a dangerless joy
But under the sheets of the abyss
Lies and pure falsehood.
Monsters who live among us
Without the conscience to be.
We transform the unwanted
And keep their hope.
At the bottom of a corridor of indifference
We put our fears in a bed.
Anesthesiated by death and fear
That brings down our mind.
It's a syndrome that is spreading,
A disease that threatens continue.
We want the purity of the body
But forget the soul.
These are fifteen minutes of anger and rebellion
Short time for redemption,
Because monsters for us last to our eternity.
These are empty words
Who feels a reality only in spaces.
But if in spirit they evaporate
In a tombstone they transcend time
And don't let us forget.
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