[Verse] In this living moment, invisible are the strings that move me ceaselessly depending on instinct. . I am that puppet with luck in my pockets, the one behind the scenes dancing with danger. [Chorus] This living performance of my uncertain destiny, holding onto strings and wires I go from Monday to Sunday I go from Monday to Sunday. . [Verse] Nothing matters the size nor what I may have said, for I do not know the future that is sewn to my back. . Every day there are decisions that depend on myself, they can lengthen the hours or end in screams. [Chorus] In this living performance that goes in search of a destiny, holding onto strings and wires I go from Monday to Sunday. [Chorus] I go from Monday to Sunday holding onto threads and wire in this living performance I go in search of a destiny [Guitars only]
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