Soma

So far from here

I walk the way I talk but they just mishear

Like I care, I block the evil eye, good gear

My roots are stronger than a non-sense fear

Gaze's fixed on my hands, everything feels real

It's clear, bad blood, cold sweat and the taste of tears

Teach you like words the end of pain is near

That life is contrast, it can't disappear

So present, I feel so detached

My boy, it's so unpleasant when you lose the touch

My third eye's open, do I need a crutch?