las llamadas perdidas

la casualidad me fascina casi tanto como la memoria. ayer por la tarde me llamó Z. después de año y medio y yo estaba escuchando Path, de Apocalyptica y Sandra Nasic:

I want to live in fire
with all the tastes I desire
it's all good if you let me dive
with some sharks under ground

you lose your routine
you lose your routine
you lose your routine
cause I've found my path

what the hell are you trying? (now I know there's something more...)
what happened to you? (...still standing on my path...)
are you still denying (...now I know there's something more...)
that this is the truth? (...it's all in you)

what did you came for?
what did you expect to find?
what do you live for?
what did you expect to find?
what do you live for?
what did you expect to find?

so boundless I feel
and downless all my fears
stop running back to old times
stop running back to old times

you lose your routine
cause I've found my path

what the hell are you trying? (now I know there's something more...)
what happened to you? (...still standing on my path...)
are you still denying (...now I know there's something more...)
that this is a truth? (...it's all in you)