Theoretically Driven - Adorno

My hands are my hands, so my

actions will always have my

name.

Racionalism under the

drunkness of identities and

dreams.

I fall from the hill of

nihilism.

Journeys without

maps.

Pretending these days are

my everything.

Feeding fire with

no desire.

We stand behind

something.

We stand behind

everything.

Holding on to secret

plans, waiting for

regret.