patripunk

Sorry for my english boys

The end of my regrets
ghosts that fade away
in the dark that disappears
i find my memories.

Light that i didn't want
lights up the dark side
don't find anything monstrous
there is only a new day

The day that i don't find
and keep on searching
i don't find it...i don't find it...

Untrue tales,ryhmes to tell again
are not mine, failed stories.

Long flights in the madness of the world
story on the contrary,descents
my past's falsehood history
the hardest malediction.

patri