Impulsos Aleatorios

Riding on the confusion
I easily intoxicate a feeling
Can't you see I'm awake?
Random impulses send their signal

They shoot out from a recorder
Languages and a thousand voices out of control
The TV like a confessor
Condemns the sins I couldn't do today

Rigid lines will draw the network
Inferior fires spilling over

I walk through a port
I easily intoxicate a feeling
I know I'm awake
Random impulses send their signal

Rigid lines will draw the network
Inferior fires spilling over