One immense aisle
Full of doors
In every door, a piece of me sleeps
In ways to the sleep
To come together with others
Until be drop down by one part
Part that`s not mine
Taking my sleep
Stealing my pillow
Distorting my course
Door by door … From bed to the ground
Casting my parts … Lost in time
Other pieces in my game
All fly in pieces … All fly in parts
The bell sounds
Awakening the reunion of the parts
New pieces in me … Unknowns
Prevailing, making forget
Turning my clean ways into labyrinths
The bell sounds
The body raises
Action without order, by someone's command
Seeking the door for bed of conscience
Crossing the labyrinth trying to see
the place I belong
Door by door … From bed to the ground
Casting my parts … Lost in time
Other pieces in my game
All fly in pieces … All fly in parts
In my days … Pieces fly from my brain
In my ways … Seek for the mouth
In my days … In my ways
I`M LOST IN PAIN
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