me my ghost and it's lost soul
drown in the darkest hollow!
From the field of the scarecrow
where the Indian spirit falls
into the era of stars and apollo!
In this world we gamble
our ego on the handle!
In the words we ramble
our echo in the jungle!
Along the days that we follow
most of our time digging our hole
to stay a back spot in the shadow!
Comes the poisons we swallow
me drugs cigarettes and alcool
watching how tall fears can grow!
In this world we gamble
our ego on the handle!
In the words we ramble
our echo in the jungle!
Leave me in my bubble!
Leave me in my bubble!
See the faces we wear and borrow
the many numbers we pretend to call
all as reliable as melting snow!
Mercury is falling minus zero
see me kill for a flame of fame in the hall
everyone is a martyr or a hero!
In this world we gamble
our ego on the handle!
In our words we ramble
our echo in the jungle!
Leave me in my bubble!
Leave me in my bubble!
All the names we seem to know
their miracle pills like a speed ball
are fast to forget when goes their show!
A rusty blade and a broken arrow
me in the rings of a smoking pistol
wasting myself at the dusty window!
In this world we gamble
our ego on the handle!
In the words we ramble
our echo in the jungle!
Leave me in my bubble!
Leave me in my bubble!
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