歌詞

Fights are between

Ships and Oceans

God contemplates the death of fish

And time goes up

From the earth

Toward space

Lineally

The numbers were blood

Crime for future is sometimes blocked

By a tempest

Fishing machines wanna melt into the air

Into a huge and blind eyeball

Their bodies do not understand

The bodies do not understand

On the hook

On the board

They are labeled

ADHD

PTSD

Mentally retarded

Handicapped

They do not have to care

When deprived of breath

Deprived of the rights to live

Of their places

On the hook

On the board

Only try to save

What is behind yourself

It cannot be named

It cannot be illuminated

When you have access to its shape

Know that you're asleep

So stay and burn without fleeing

Your image

The ubiquitous crime for future is sometimes blocked

By a tempest

By a tempest