Memento Audere Semper

And on the street it walks

The wrong way

It withers all flowers

And death sings, sings, a song

With his white guitar

And death sings, sings...

Would you mind if I die?

And death sings, sings...

Sings...

Would you mind if I die?

I write about sensations, moods and apparitions,

while people give parties to cover the silence

There is no sense in feeling remorse for a thing you could not control

And death sings, sings...

Would you mind if I die?

And death sings, sings...

Sings...

Would you mind if I die?

What did you want when you continued to ask?

What did you want when you continued to ask?

My energies must be direct to an act

I continually research a sure channel to address my emotive contradictions

I yearn they have a positive origin

Intolerant towards imperfection

I practice a personal and secret auto-therapy,

I practice a personal and secret auto-therapy

Against the shame of publicly showing our own signs

Memento Audere Semper

Memento Audere Semper

Memento Audere Semper

Memento Audere Semper

Memento Audere Semper

Memento Audere Semper

Memento Audere Semper

Memento Audere Semper

And on the street it walks

The wrong way

On the wrong way, it withers all flowers

And death sings, sings, a song

With his white guitar

And death sings, sings...

Sings...

It sings, sings... it sings...