Clock Time

The mouths disapear
Not even the cuts or suicides are enough
But I will not walk on these roads
There´s a stone that fells

And, What would be the meaning?
He loves you!
Open your eyes, paint them
Inhale your painkiller

And nothing else compares
To the started end
To the ended start
The ends doesn't exist

From the important to the smell
From the awakened to the opened
There's nothing that can be offered
From the passion to the love

And, I know, I am the object
Everything is linked to my utility
I think I found the answer!
But I need my life with me

And I have nothing more to do
Myself know what's wrong, crazy...
But I would be there
Waiting just for you

Anywhere you want to go...
Alone...
The memory of the touch
The memory of my life, of the perfection..

Something that will never be like the again
Don't hurt your pulsations, Don't hurt you inexistent destiny
Don't hurt yourself anymore.

From the important to the smell
From the awakened to the opened
There's nothing that can be offered
From the passion to the love

And I have nothing more to do
Myself know what's wrong, crazy...
But I would be there
Waiting just for you.

Something that will never be like the again
Don't hurt your pulsations, Don't hurt you inexistent destiny
Don't hurt yourself anymore.

From the passion to the love
From the awakened to the opened
From the important to the smell
But i need my life with me.

And I have nothing more to do
Myself know what's wrong, crazy...
But I would be there
Waiting just for you.