We actually don´t fear death
just fear that no one
will notice us

and we disapear without a trace

no matter how we try

i guess your secret
can deprive you from
from everyone elses


there´s no more for me to discover
eventually run out

maybe, there´s such a thing
as factual truth


I listen to the universe
I felt something
I felt sad

but better than dead inside

I will

show you fear in an hand full of dust

I´ve got my own sad story

I´m just like you
just like everyone
i´ve got my own sad story


I guess I just keep on going
blowing with the wind

it just takes a second
to put your mind on a wing


maybe, there´s no objectivity
we´re just tiny signals
on the universe