Fingers are black from nails
Hands are swollen from hammer
I crucified my own dreams

Mirrors hang everywhere
Whenever I say something
I discuss to myself

Naive child I am
Thinking that
Sameone will listen my words

In my head
Prada began to undress
With a crazy devil

But they dress in suits
Gentlemen on high stools
Tying balls to my feet

They would like to erase me
But instead of this
I feel that the background disappears behind me

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