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Hereditary Neuronavigation
You are there on your wooden throne and you smileSometimes I cross your mindMaster of my cognitive processImprint between delirium and reality, between brightness and follySometimes you cross my mind Necessary dilatation of consciousness mixed with corporal hallucinationCore of anguish, cradle of irony and unorthodoxySometimes you cross my mindAnd you smile Sometimes I cross your mindAnd you smile Usually I don't dream of you,Usually I don't think about youBut sometimes you cross my mind and you smile Unfathomable thought mother of all illusionsYou had captured me before your definite silence Unfathomable thought mother of all illusionsI navigated through your soul before your definite silence Necessary dilatation of consciousness mixed with corporal hallucinationCore of anguish, cradle of irony and unorthodoxy
From Letras Mania