Triesteitaliana

There at the borders
 Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life
 We run and run in circles
 Till the world stops spinning round
 (Run in circles, and the world as we know it, spins in silence)
 Till remaining breathless, panting
 Overwhelmed by laughter
 Starry skies of stains
 Ultimately sorry
 Uneducated random strokes of pain
 It's a chain going backwards through the veins
 Must sew up this wound and run away
 I can feel their strenght
 Through crooked-lightning desert pathways
 Run and run and run the pathways
 branching off through time
 Two lone-wolves shared
 the utmost silence of the time
 (run, run the pathways as you share
 the uttermost of silence)
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