Alyto Enigma

Walking through the hall into the lounge room You see disgusting beautiful faces on the screen You are trying to assimilate all the stimuli You are the target and you are waiting the bullets Into the morning breeze Behind the cables, childish dreams and memories are your only help You are trying to solve an unsolved enigma Don’t look at me, you will hate me I want to find Don’t look at me A door to come out You will hate me Into the silence of dream to be lost Years go by and the queries are wings Then no one could stop asking if a prayer rises high or if it disappears Into waves, into clouds or into the rain hands I want to find A door to come out Into the silence of dream to be lost