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sexta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2013

Mud

All traces erased and we're dead in terms
Now you're so enlighten I can see you through
Pushed beyond certainties into urging benefits
And only recognizable into forged shapes again

Waiting for the end to come to be saved
'Cause before being a liar you're afraid
Every sound bends and breaks in your mouth
Truth never set you free, what'd it do for you now?

I know you don't need continuity or control
And you don't even want to change the world
But every end grows to be what it deserves
So this is nothing but mud

There's something about this world on the bend
You'll be damned if you're to ever open the eyes
So we might never know the truth is pure scarcity
And silence might kill all that would never be

How much can it still be when it becomes a lie?
You found yourself, but don't know where it applies

I know you don't need warranty or self rules
And you don't even need whole truths
I just didn't know that in the end everything were
nothing but mud in their hands

Whoever makes you lie
You were the first to close your eyes
Teach me what you don't know
Show me something that you're not
And we'll see what belief can do though
Nothing can save you from you