I can't wait to see the past face
Every time i feel the taste what i hate
I can't breath just to see my waste
In the thrash, all i feel is hate
I can go out cus i have no way
We never asked to be in the worst state
My rate time is going up to the grave
All my dreams wanna be resuscitate
But i can't feel the hope cus i am the equivocate
Every lie that we elaborate
Already done is the fate
But every day i want wait
Every time i wanna sate
And create a false way
The skin is increasingly gray
And the dust just turned disappointment
My time is just a predate