Porque nos sentimos bem quando alguém materializa a nossa alma, a nossa dor ou alegria, nos afagam o sangue da ferida ou nos limpam as lágrimas do peito. Sabe bem, ainda que distante, ainda que sem sequer a conhecer, aquelas palavras transmitam um sentimento interpretado por cada um mediante a situação de cada qual. Eu a isso junto a emoção do instrumental da garganta rasgada, do riff que agita o coração, da tarola que marca o pulso, do prato que explode a revolta.
Difícil passar para a palavra a força que a palavra move, o que ela tira do sitio.
Como a madeira que parte a pedra quando a água a penetra.
é assim que me sinto.
MILES AWAY - GHOSTWRITER
What did you expect, it’s always been this way
Looking for the chance to finally feel complete
Years fly by, you only live the past
Disowned, by myself, don’t ask why
I’m losing battles that I’ve already won
I’m fighting demons that are already dead
Because you left
Left that space inside my head
Empty space without a trace
Feelings all but lost inside
Emotion hard to fight, emotion now is hard to find
The full void, an empty well
Cobwebs in a jaded hell
These are the things that I don’t want you to hear
The hidden traits that I fucking fear
There’s certain things I keep inside
The dark side of my mind
There’s certain things I cannot find
The dark side of my mind
These are the things that I don’t want you to see
Say goodbye to all of those thoughts
Say goodbye to everything
Say goodbye to a mind locked in the past and all I’ve kept inside
Breaking and taking this home I’ve been making
Waking and faking these breaths I’ve been taking
Life takes a hold, time takes its toll
Life takes a hold, takes control
Looking for the chance to finally feel complete
Years fly by, you only live the past
Disowned, by myself, don’t ask why
I’m losing battles that I’ve already won
I’m fighting demons that are already dead
Because you left
Left that space inside my head
Empty space without a trace
Feelings all but lost inside
Emotion hard to fight, emotion now is hard to find
The full void, an empty well
Cobwebs in a jaded hell
These are the things that I don’t want you to hear
The hidden traits that I fucking fear
There’s certain things I keep inside
The dark side of my mind
There’s certain things I cannot find
The dark side of my mind
These are the things that I don’t want you to see
Say goodbye to all of those thoughts
Say goodbye to everything
Say goodbye to a mind locked in the past and all I’ve kept inside
Breaking and taking this home I’ve been making
Waking and faking these breaths I’ve been taking
Life takes a hold, time takes its toll
Life takes a hold, takes control
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