Vers I:
Getting in
A need to be
Sort of fine
Borderline
Red threads all
Around of it
Other`s pace
A part of it
Compromise society
So let me in naivety
The leaves of pine they´re taking time
Illusions no
Just taking soul
Bitter minds leave the lines
Vers II:
Sorting out further days
Other needs
Taking bits
Covered up
Entirely
So secretly
A heart can be
The leaves of pine they´re taking time
Illusions no
Just taking soul
Bitter minds leave the lines
To see that there a phases like this
That all perspectives can switch
As all`s a compound of bits
Gives you eyes that permit