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I never stop to look back
What will await me tomorrow?
Climb Aconcagua if necessary
I don't know if I can decipher today
What happens escapes me
What are the codes of the Underworld?
I can't connect
While everyone applauds
I'll try to ride the wave in the final hour.
Welcome to the wire ritual
While the storm rages
Tiptoeing along the cable
It is a spiritual pact
It's hunger
Just for the love of art
A voice that no one wants to hear
Pats on the back
Obsolescence was planned
An insult, an aggression
The herd
He will never tell you things to your face.
Welcome to the wire ritual
While the storm rages
Tiptoeing along the cable
It is a spiritual pact
It's hunger
Just for the love of art
Welcome to the wire ritual
While the storm rages
Tiptoeing along the cable
It is a spiritual pact
It's hunger
All for the love of art
All for the love of art
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