KOMA

Merely a skepticist, with no complete answer at moment
Running away from where should never have stayed close
Eminent dangers make us all the time loses reason
We put ourselves as fragile waiting for a hero

We are coming
All this noise announces us
Wait was long
Some of you gave up and some are sick

The foot wounds are signs of lost hours
All seek to find themselves amid the weight of existence
From afar I still watch my friends talking about everything
Nobody knows about me and I'm alone, almost always at peace

Every day there has been a martyrdom
And heavy drugs were needed
Scandals and lies at your door
Now happens the last trip no return