Dissecando a Canção

This little alone will be enough
But it won't fit
My chest is all full of new airs, old veins, a pair
Two ballons that spread carbon
And spread songs, désolé
I think this story was never to be something

Even my heart don't want to beat anymore
In this door that someone said that would answer
A lump in the throat that tightens my chest
Pick me so much, and let me empty
Feel in the stomach the hungry, and cold of the will, and in this way
Dissect a song that turn into
Part of myself

Even my heart don't want to beat anymore
In this door that someone said that would answer
A lump in the throat that tightens my chest
Pick me so mucu, and let me empty
Feel in the stomach the hungry, and cold of the will, and in this way
Dissect a song that turn into
Dissect this song that turn into
Dissect a song that turn into
Part of myself