It's been a while, the feeling persists,
this stupid drama of feeling clearly,
days are cloned without a clear point

and reason that push you to go on

Life is useless...


Incarcerated in my own captivity,
Which refuses to get bigger,

which destroys intentions to thrive,
pushing me down so I can't see the light...


The days we are living today,
Are wasted living in misery...
We ceased believing in the promised, future

in recurrent useless days

Sickened by the acquired habit

Of being sold and buying smoke,
that there will be no future,
and $$#ume it natural as breathing...

The days we are living today,
Are wasted in misery...


The days we are living today,
Are wasted living in misery...
We ceased believing in the promised, future

in recurrent useless days