sábado, 21 de junio de 2014

Invite me to pass.

And He said: 

And now you're almost on the other side, do not answer to the past, do not connect to this. your consciousness, unconsciousness asleep, prayers to pay phony king, his deception is like a knife, it's not going to stop until I see your warm blood drawing your silhouette in fabric and leather flower will cry on the fast track. 

He will see the storm and danced to the sound. 

Invite me to pass before your departure, if not before to get used to, but now before you leave let me. leave behind the gray cement, lit streets in the Heights really like constellations, and lit neon flashes, and again fall into the trap seduced. if you cross the bridge there is no going back, look at your reflection in the water and justify if this is your time. 
But before you leave, invite me to go for it then there is no going back

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