Sentient
Carlos Gasulla
Help me find a way to understand
The voice inside my head
Cause I don't wanna lose control again
And when the sea turns black
All the things are dying
Silence frames the perfect music for me
The sentient goes on and on and on
Alive to venture the night again
While I wonder if your smell is still the same
Bewitching lady with a brief look and peculiar tastes
Unknowingly kinesia making lighter days
Wasps swarm and crash into the armored glass
Of a spirit trying to be human in the wilderness
We’ll watch they burn all the statues of oppression
As the sentient goes on and on and on
Vanity that generates eternal yearning
Through all the ages
Accompany me to the eternal rest