She puts the songs that talk about fleeing and listens to them again, and listens to them again one and a hundred times more. With her inimitable style, she pretends not to look, she doesn't want to see it, why observe what others do? They touch, they lend, they love, they hate, they break, they escape, they fall into the mud, they heal, they drug, they let it provoke, the hours go by, the hours go by. Let's teleport to 2502, I want to be a cold cybernetic being And hopefully wake up in a world without temper, that makes us parade to perfection. He had an obsession with the apocalyptic, starting with his footprints and spreading to the planet. Bookstore in the station, there he met her, they coincided in a book and he whispered in her ear. Let's teleport to 2502, I want to be a cold cybernetic being And hopefully wake up in a world without temper, that makes us parade to perfection. They touch, they lend, they love, they hate, they break, they escape, they fall into the mud, they heal, they drug, they let it provoke, the hours go by, the hours go by. They don't want to wake up in 2502, him and her, her and him, since their collision. They don't want to know what to do, they want cold and heat, they don't want to parade to perfection anymore. *