Cold Melancholy
Dorsal Atlântica
From those pyramids A thousand years have been gazing at you Burn down the photographs And memories claim to let them live Let the suffering rest for the endless centuries Chew my weep Blackened stench Symbolic meat Wet eyes rolling Cold melancholy Freezes my soul Fragments of a lonely man Who really cares? Dig my inner soul Hard to find the core The heart is still a muscle Emotional sweat