BODY OF PAIN

Across the surface, visit your purpose.
Across the surface visit your purpose!
Anchor your confusion.
What´s the worst that can happen, these streets are easy veins baby.
These buildings fancy bloodclots.
You stay dry when it rains.
Talk to next year with your conscience, your mouth and your good ear.
Across the table the same utensils the same beverages the same food.
Most of us alike all living under a typical roof.
There´s hardly some distant mystery, When you are your predictable neighbour, you are your plain community.
Across the surface you use your opinion to wear as different clothes. But there are thousands that way dressing and speaking like robotic clones, give me the ringtone.
Anchor your confusion, try not to abuse it, as familiar as the sun.
Your SUBCONSCIOUS CONFORMITY! The crowds you pretend to shun.
What´s the worst that can happen. These streets are easy veins. You´re just a drop of blood in a body full of PAIN!