Paroles de Clandestine Ways

almost unattainable the valorization of a human life seems to come near that stillborn feeling is fading from that suffered soul in an ambient that doesn't look like a place where people are cured the beggar doesn't have too many options the room decorated with blood those stained walls was not exctly what he thought doubt hovers pain precipitates the decision no time to waste mental division self crucifixion new problems are coming from nothing symptoms don't justify all diseases but he's not the best person to judge it diagnostic: "jaundice dropsy hepatic cirrosis cronic case imediate internation"