Atraso.

Uma semana, mais ou menos, que não faço nada, praticamente. Uma semana que não tenho desejos, ou impulsos, passo meus dias dividido entre me manter ocupado enquanto sóbrio e me manter controlado, quando embriagado. Não estou feliz com isso, não superei nada, o tempo não está a meu favor e nem meu próprio coração, aliás, este mesmo coração que não sinto bater em meu peito a muito tempo.
Eu sou vazio agora, sem futuro, sem passado e ignorando o presente.


Circa Survive - Carry Us Away

This is not a riddle
but it's meant to entertain
I'll be your loyal Apostle
just send me in to take the blame

Well what would you expect to say?
It never mattered anyway
There'll be a site (sight)
and an invisible light shown down on them and took them in
There'll be a time when, Maybe tonight temptations win and I give in

This is not a puzzle or mainframe
But it's meant to strengthen your faith
And each time the night falls upon us
We always end up the same,

Well what would you expect to say?
It never mattered anyway
There'll be a site (sight)
and an invisible light shown down on them and took them in
There'll be a time when, Maybe tonight temptations win and I give in

Were we not born into original sin?
What you ask for is what you get
and what you were given
So fold your hands and get down on your knees

There'll be a site (sight)
and an invisible light shown down on them and took them in
There'll be a time when, Maybe tonight temptations win and I give in