Waiting for the montains

The wind came cleaning my mind

The pictures those I see are not mine

Pills and games seem fill up the heart

But the truth is that them broke us apart

Montains must come closer to me

Because I tried to go there, so I stayed here

Waiting for nothing, drinking a glass of dream

They have to bring me some ice instead of fear

My new plans are over, should I use the olders?

They say the Earth is plan but also answer their phones

It´s ironic, machines working to them as if were clones

People around are spinning fast, looking like monsters

The wind is going away, my mind´s bleeding again

The words wich I wrote here before may be lies

You´ll never really know if the these pills may hurt

Just for now, see: the world gave us the best card!