Alyto Enigma

Walking through the hall into the lounge room
You see disgusting beautiful faces on the screen
You are trying to assimilate all the stimuli
You are the target and you are waiting the bullets
Into the morning breeze
Behind the cables, childish dreams and memories are your only help
You are trying to solve an unsolved enigma
Don’t look at me, you will hate me

I want to find
Don’t look at me
A door to come out
You will hate me
Into the silence of dream to be lost

Years go by and the queries are wings
Then no one could stop asking if a prayer rises high or if it disappears
Into waves, into clouds or into the rain hands

I want to find
A door to come out
Into the silence of dream to be lost

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