Heavy fog and endless hollow rain
By the cracked sidewalks
The skies are permanent dark. No clouds
 And the tall crumbled buildings are obeying
To the long-live parasites

A man walking Step by step
With his head down to his toes
He stops, putting his hand in his turned pocket
And taking out a peck of cigarettes
It's empty

A woman, elegant dressed
Sitting down to rest her feet
In a dark turn... the wrong turn
Her blood is flowing down her silk dress
The same one he bought her
The one that will always love her
The one how just lost his heart

A burned tree, perishing slowly
The same tree that stood in the green park
The same tree how got scared by the lovers signs
The same one how got ripped off the ground
And burned out slowly, but surely
By retribution... not of his

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Matter of control, for loneliness by far
Standing on this narrow bridge
And watching the silence river underneath
Lighting up the last cigarette
Wile watching those black birds
Who circles my head

It is night (like always) and the smell
of nothing is filling up my nose
By far, the only place that I really can really find myself
in was her place... that hooker.
My true love
The feeling of her cold body in my arms will never leave me
And her silenced eyes, and long dark hair
Will ever be the true meanings of my life
The ones I'm going to take away...