I have been a hundred years old The soil of all the roads. I have been a thousand wounds I have been wounded I have been killed a thousand times I have been dead
Night of the night. I have a flame on my night. I
My fueled bouncing my lips I bought nudity and sold the donkey. I was breathing. I was rooted. I was I wanted me to see that I was like this I was entrusted to the ground of blood The shadow of the trait I went to you
I got nothing to get my shadow Read me to the mirror garden