My tears have run cold

My face is thick now;

If I could be great

I would say that I love you.

Remembered you when I hit the wall

It's not so bad to rip off your soul.

See all my scabbed fingers

They mask the pain that comes along

I felt the 99^th stoke

I saw the rain entering my face

All the mud that is my trace

Is the one that understands where is my place

The sun-rays are darkening in my head

Where I slept wasn't the right place

And I didn't saw there a bed

When I felt the concrete

Hitting me in the face

I thought I could be free

But when I heard the screaming

I woke up and saw;

All the clouds at my side

And I could see myself, bleeding,

In the fading night.