By Thiago Surface

Consider me an object

Put me in a vacuum

Free of all conditions

Free of air and friction

Yea, I'll be hanging upside down.

And there I will swing

For all eternity

Fell it rising, yea next stop falling

Feel it rising, comatose, with no fear of falling

Consider me an abscess

Leave me in my vacuum

Blood on all the pistons

Running my transmission

Feel it rising, yea next stop falling

Feel it rising, comatose, with no fear of falling

Feel it rising, yeah next stop falling

Feel It rising

High above I'll break the law,

if it's illegal to be in love,

leave the hatred, on the cross

yea I'll be hanging upside down and here I will swing

for all eternity

feel it rising, yea next stop falling

feel it rising, comatose with no fear of falling

feel it rising, yea, next stop falling

feel it rising

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