The cracks of the silence,
Nevertheless, being violence.
Steps doesn’t make enough,
The spirit is just telling something rough!
Making the steps behind,
Making even your smile grind.
Moving like tick tock, tick tock,
Asked while we were about to walk!
Don’t ask if the spirit is behind,
Don’t ask if we got to get blind.
Behaving like a shadow
Riding in meadow
History proves the line,
Why is the clock at nine?
Leave me or get me death down!
It may ask you for your crown!
It’s no one just a spirit or Vamos!