From the pain that I deserve
May the runners pass by
Of my state of scrambled feet
In the way to nothing hill
Cause the red strikes by
And the invisible cleans out
May the earthquake kill us all
Leaving a empty head made for mine
Would I lay in those skies at night
Hurting the stars just for reason
May the doubt cover my body
And the illness close my eyes
From the pain that I deserve
Stays my heritage for the ones who would like
Itself staring by the corridor
May the hands shake the winners' music
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