Edwin was a boy
who saw things in black and white
in this world he was a tourist
he was always chasing the green light
About faith, he was a skeptic
never prayed before a fight
he would jump without his parachutes
a wild soul that couldn't die
You see
people nowadays use wheelchairs made of hope
but they sleep in ****** sheets
there is never a chapter to be closed
Edwin used to see his neighbours as oysters
they would never come out of their shells
it makes me a little jealous
we like to ride deadly carriages without wearing a seatbelt
He cries all night
He dances all day
Oh little boy, one day
One day they will pay for your ransom
Oh little boy, one day
They will pay your real value
Edwin was a man
who always liked to play with razors
feel the breath of life hanging in your hands
a beautiful death angel
He spent eighty years trying to solve this riddle
my dear, life is like a bingo
you may have the invincible golden sword
but you will spend eternity in a limbo
He saw
that they build castles with pillars made of sand
they think it is beautiful to die in a war
while they listen to a cheap jazz band
Your eyes flying faster than an eagle
the honour slipping through your fingers
When we look at the stars we know
that we are waiting for the winners
He cries all night
He dances all day
Oh little boy, one day
One day they will pay for your rescue
Oh little boy, one day
They will pay your real value
Edwin is long gone
we feed each other with his ribs
No one never listened to him
we think we know how to sail our own ships
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Edwin was a boy
who saw things in black and white
in this world he was a tourist
he was always chasing the green light
About faith, he was a skeptic
never prayed before a fight
he would jump without his parachutes
a wild soul that couldn't die
You see
people nowadays use wheelchairs made of hope
but they sleep in ****** sheets
there is never a chapter to be closed
Edwin used to see his neighbours as oysters
they would never come out of their shells
it makes me a little jealous
we like to ride deadly carriages without wearing a seatbelt
He cries all night
He dances all day
Oh little boy, one day
One day they will pay for your ransom
Oh little boy, one day
They will pay your real value
Edwin was a man
who always liked to play with razors
feel the breath of life hanging in your hands
a beautiful death angel
He spent eighty years trying to solve this riddle
my dear, life is like a bingo
you may have the invincible golden sword
but you will spend eternity in a limbo
He saw
that they build castles with pillars made of sand
they think it is beautiful to die in a war
while they listen to a cheap jazz band
Your eyes flying faster than an eagle
the honour slipping through your fingers
When we look at the stars we know
that we are waiting for the winners
He cries all night
He dances all day
Oh little boy, one day
One day they will pay for your rescue
Oh little boy, one day
They will pay your real value
Edwin is long gone
we feed each other with his ribs
No one never listened to him
we think we know how to sail our own ships
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