Testo Revolving Door Moktezoom
They called my number, and think I am the same. Believe I am cornered and up to this game. Trying to amuse us with monotony, dragging us slowly into conformity.
Building illusions while sucking the soul, the sun is shifting the pages turn, meanwhile I am stuck here investing my time to maintain a shallow front that is not mine.
I am on this motivation feeding of from this inspiration. By my own right I will risk the fall and take the dive.
It is getting colder but one thing is for sure. I will continue the fight, go as far as I can go. Before they catch me I found an escape, my opening is a revolving door. Holding my strength up to hang on the ledge, break the circle al otro lado caer, crece el momento en que debo llegar, in ourselves lies our will to rise.
Because, I am on this motivation feeding of from this inspiration. By my own right I will risk the fall and take the dive.