A Ch@p@...sempre com a música certa, na hora certa...

And so she woke up,
woke up from where she was... lying still...
Said I gotta do something
About where we're going...
(...)

Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out

You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice

You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
(...)
She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand... still


(porque um vicio é sempre um "vicio"...e a dependência é toda igual...)
:)
"some kind of desire to escape from something that you know you really cant"