I've a thousand ways to ruin all,
But I'm walking to poor choices
A negative pulse will be searching for
Immobilised in the cerebral cell
I'm observing my steps...in vain...
Are you coming to poison my remarks?
Protective trees and feeble barriers,
But is too distant,
The innocence's round dance.
eyes are melting,
'cause the past is kidding me with the same
(But) I'm coming to The Passage,
The exit from
this opaque, filthy case.....
Come to listen....it's so refined the whisper of my rise
(I'm) coming to the passage!