Shreds

I still feel your breath on me
I was far away from you, I was soften by myself
Wishing to live again things that never came past


Wish to be there, all by your side
Even when harming both of us
Now you have gone, ethereal soul
Cannot be reached by my hands
I had never the chance, chance to make you feel
Never had a chance, you are my skin


Don't hold back the carnage
Go, cut, cripple, collect the guts
While the richness pulls it down, manages and elects
Poverty supports and feeds, grows, manteins and cares


Smiles behind a crystal room bring memoirs
Where I feel your warm soul, your warm caress


Your gab could save lifes in toughest clash
Your view can let know the rude what is right
Now the pain can't hide the grief
And there were chance to change the history
But always without you


Don't hold back the carnage
Go, cut, cripple, collect the guts
While the richness dances over colletive social mind
Poverty is just the grass that dies under their treads


Disasters between gunpowder and turbulent noises
I try to stop it in my dreams
But my dreams are not enough

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