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new taste on my list, 11 to complete the team, ain't it greater?, ain't it vain? it's just another score on my game

to use and being used like there's nothing greater to loose, i wake from the dead and realise i haven't changed the place... shall we recover what never was or just imagine and pretend...?

hanging still on the sacrifice table there's my head lying on the ground, making out for the very last time with the dirt and mud

and still, what you could call "happy"
and still, what you might call "insane"
i drive through all these different yet familiar scenes like if i really didn't care (for i seem to do not)

cheers to the moments and cheers to my pride
hail for wisdom and hail for desire
for every moment tasted and every hour i forget
in the very end of this day... i will still recall one name
the one i should not whisper, the one i shouldn't say
that old oath held with the smile on my face
"siempre" said i to that "remember me" line
what a fool, ain't us all? just a second, and beyond

here i lie with no other corpses in the closet but my own
that creeping zombie i take out for air and to long
to share its warmth to share its tears and joy
and to remind me, oh hell, how much the ghost lies there

cheers to you baby, cheers to you my friend
cheers for the entire team, and the cheerleadersr as well
to all the game and every tournament
to every move and cheat and fail
for all the merriment we bring into our lives
for all the grief we seem to forget

shall we take it forever? shall our hands shake again?
just like we never met each other, almost like it could begin again
and before this turns awfully repeating as the tic toc of the clock
i close this entry of wisdom, insanity and more than anything

words



thnx 4 being there