how can I be like that, when I spend my life trusting in some sord of..things..when my senses tell me that can't be..when I fling to my deepest under cover feelings?
I fall down in my stupidity, and now I can't stand up...I will can, but I'll be the same of always, a guineapig of minds.
but..it will only happens till some day...and then my acts will not be irreproachable by someone I can not see has a simple person with simple manners that are the opposite of therself thoughts.

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'Into the fire'

"Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, This time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Explain, explain
As I turn and meet the power
This time, This time
Turning white and sense dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

From the summer to the spring
From the mountain to the air
From Samaritan to sin
And it’s waiting on the end

and now I’m alone I’m looking out
I’m looking in, way down
The lights are dim
and now I’m alone I’m looking out
I’m looking in, way down
The lights are dim

Ooooh

Come on, come on
Put your hands into the fire
Come on, come on"

Thirteen Senses

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ja algumas vez ouvis-te os enganos que o vento te sussura ao ouvido?
que fazer com tais questoes do passado pouco distante, senao esperar...

Ah, como sou, aquilo que os outros veem, ou sao ensinados a ver.
Eu, cabisbaixo, para que nada ofenda nada.
Eu, de uma outra forma qualquer, para que nada mude como começou a existir.
Eu, o meu nao verdadeiro eu, mostrado como algo fosse.
Eu desprezavel na propria perseverancia.