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It seems like I feel nothing

no kind of joy or pain

the thing I feel

tomorrow

won’t be the same

I need something concrete

They tell me there’s no reason

to get worry about my future

nobody can know what I’ve inside

this is the last time

Before I go to sleep

with my head in my hands

I pray to a God I don’t know

maybe He does not know me

I need something shocking

They tell me there’s no reason

to get worry about my future

nobody can know what I’ve inside

believe is my way out

‘Cause I’m the king of mist, the king of nothing

while I discover me, I discover fancy

‘cause I’m the king of mist, king of my mistakes