Waxing Moon
again you're running out of sight
straight into another exile
someone bless the rebels for they
keep me entertained in this phase
I hang out in pharmacies
hoping to find some substances
to send me into hibernation
or a sense of self deception
I am always watching the tides
collecting contradictory ideas
to disappear from here
ideas to disappear
I am still in search of a pack
to keep me now from going mad
to take this weight off of my back
to avoid the accident
It's like a rule
my well-being grows
with the waxing moon
you light up the darkest room
following forgotten memories
if we should find satisfaction
tonight we gonna kill our talents
ignore all warnings to meet me there
arrive like a message and bring
a dream souvenir
a dream souvenir
It's like a rule
my well-being grows
with the waxing moon
today I spit out the pain
heads or tails my favourite game
the urge to be victorious
keeps me moving keeps me curious
It's like a rule…
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