A plate and a glass, again the same
Everybody pays for my needs, care and cloth
I chase the end of the rainbow
And some colors paint the rain, as I remember

The tic and the tac now are distant of each other
But my whrist still smells steal
And it´s color was lighter, now the mirrow shows sulfured skin
The big and the bang now seems closer of each other
Yes I learned all I think I should
Sometimes I recompose what it did, but hope left me and left him

I hate most of my yesterdays
I hope tomorrow doesn´t disappoint me again
I chase the end of the rainbow
And some colors cause me pain, in vain

So I was given this square book to forgive who I am
But hey... how will I read in the dankness?
So I was stareing this squared sun that came to blame
But halt... how will I tan in the sadness?
So I was falling in this squared allucination which came to comfort
But wow... how will I enjoy in the starveness?
So I was crawling in this cubic dream to sip an aliened guilt
Hold on... how will I pay within emptiness?

Walking the mile...
Walking the mile...
Walking the mile...
Walking the mile...

I walking all the way the mile
Everybody paying attention in all my steps
I chase the end of the rainbow
And some colors paint their hate within my veins