Música do BioTerra: Victrola - A Game Of Despair

R.I.P. Carlo Smeriglio (21/2/56 - 29/7/21)
The ship rolls by, her cargo is now out of sightHopes, away, fade awayThere's no part to calm down her cryingThe man she lovesIs going away from her townA bunch of lies, a sorrow to hideIs all that is left behind
Little things she createsTo simulate a game of despairTo breathe the air, to follow her careAnd leave all the senses in a haze
Simple merchandise,The smell of salt, many ships of spicesShe wanted to goBut things got rough, and now she's to wait hereShe wanders in the darkShe's hoping for someone to save herShe's wondering whyShe's stuck here with a ticket for nowhere
Oh how she sighsShe dreams of lands far from the mindBut time is closing in nowShe divides her soul, to leave one part behindShe smells the cold and tastes the saltBut no one is waiting home tonight
Walk in a reverieTrance submission the walls are tissueShe loses her pathBut now she's learned to trust in herselfShe's got a new soulA new confidence of what is her ownShe's going away nowWith a ticket for somewhereOh how she sighs