With the head torn apart from your body
Being carried by the number you spoiled
The dead memories and the living trails
The dead memories and the living trails
Stuck on the existence's barbed wire
You know love is a gift being prepared
By your patience and your way to make clear
It's the original thing meant to be shared
Gas is not only pollution, the essence
Of your thoughts become light when you sleep
Sometimes they say more of your life than you're thinking
Maybe they're all the attention you keep
You're not guilty if your desires are tricky
But if you don't show what you want you're just a stone
Replaced from a place to other
You're a stone, replaced from a place to other
By some stupid shit coming undone