Another side of the rules
Tells me who and when I am
Trough the seeds that keep the roots
In a mass of effusive neurons
Storms of blood and electricity
Chills of the snake
That changes it's color constantly
[In you childhood, unforgettable traumas
Silently growing beside the creations
Ever escaping from the sun
In your old age, guilty and shame
Seven doors to hell, in the neck and the hips
Ever escaping from the sun
Soon we'll be one]
A parallel existence paralyze your functions
[Takes the command of your soul and body]
