unsensless

nothing in this world seems real
happiness is a thousand miles away my nest
I wish to be a bird to feel
the breeze down in my chest

an illusion of my head
annoys the deepest me
no-one ever said
this is your destiny

eu tenho com cada pancada
e o estranho é que me reinvento
cada vez que "me" leio
e me compreendo, de formas diferentes

in this never-ending way
sometimes, we find an end and stay
we're deviated from what we say
differently from what we pray