Compound

Vers I:

Getting in

A need to be

Sort of fine

Borderline

Red threads all

Around of it

Other`s pace

A part of it

Compromise society

So let me in naivety

The leaves of pine they´re taking time

Illusions no

Just taking soul

Bitter minds leave the lines

Vers II:

Sorting out further days

Other needs

Taking bits

Covered up

Entirely

So secretly

A heart can be

The leaves of pine they´re taking time

Illusions no

Just taking soul

Bitter minds leave the lines

To see that there a phases like this

That all perspectives can switch

As all`s a compound of bits

Gives you eyes that permit