I. Hurricane of fucking lies

At seven past nine,
In the last night,
Am I got away with,
An invented person.

To die without,
Just a motto,
Which is a graffiti.

Like everybody,
Remember this,
Letter, I can't,
Be a descruction.

I've 'en keeping me,
Into isolation's,
Earth as a million,
Lights of fucking times.

Nothing else error with,
My wasted out memory,
Leave the exit's area,
Sitting on fucking lies hurricane!

II. Shame or overjoyed

I'll runaway, but,
I can't go anywhere....

I left every taken prize,
Be a destruction as the pain....

Sad tales, nobody's listening of me,
In the second year I stupped the age....

This is the notes of damned,
I can't tell 'excuse me' to everybody,
I'm reading any exasperating scriptures
And I don't understand it....