Fibonacci

I'm the rain on holidays
And a night of loneliness
From the limits of your conscience
I will make you mad

You may call me
The devil
But you know
That I'm a god

With the fingers in my ears
Hiding shits that I don't hear
Faded by the sun, unconcious
Raised from the mud

You may call me
The devil
But you know
That I'm a god

From the limits of your conscience
I will make you mad
To leave apart all that nonsense
At least I see you tried

You don't say a word
Far and close
Of being wrong

From the limits of your conscience
I will make you mad
To leave apart all that nonsense
At least I see you tried

You don't say a word
Far and close
Of being wrong

From the limits of your conscience
I will make you mad
To leave apart all that nonsense
At least I see you tried

You don't say a word
Far and close
Of being wrong
Of being wrong

From the limits of your conscience
I will make you mad
To leave apart all that nonsense
At least I see you tried

You don't say a word
Far and close
Of being wrong
Of being wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Gonzalez
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