Parto do princípio que, se quem não quer não lê, então quem lê deve ser porque quer.
No entanto, a minha dúvida permanece: como é que alguém consegue ler o que não está escrito e ainda assim acreditar que isso não é mero fruto da sua imaginação?
Chris Cornell You Know My Name
If you take a life, do you know what you'll give Odds are, you won't like what it is When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me By the merciless eyes I've deceived
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights But you yourself are nothing so divine Just next in line
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die
The coldest blood runs through my veins You know my name
If you come inside, things will not be the same When you return to the night If you think you've won You never saw me change The game that we all been playing
I've seen this diamond cut through harder men Than you yourself But if you must pretend You may meet your end
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die
The coldest blood runs through my veins
Try to hide your hand Forget how to feel (Forget how to feel) Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel (A spin of the wheel)
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die
The coldest blood runs through my veins You know my name (You know my name) You know my name (You know my name) You know my name! You know my name! You know my name!
