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