在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Passions and memories of a far and wasted time
When I left wasted and missed
Turned into food that makes my stomach full and satisfied
But leaves my heart empty
Food made of air and ash so clean pure and light
I can eat it always in every moment
And I don't care if I stagnate like a plant
That lives and dies without any sensation
Privilege became regret now I remind
Satisfaction became loneliness now I remind
An invisible but very heavy chain keeps me immobile
It lets me free just to eat my food
With each bite my heart beats slower and more silent
Poisoned food hard to digest
Inside my veins continues to rend the strength
Withering food strikes integrity of my certitude
And leaves me here alone
