It tell me, what is you create it?
In this world of intoxicated
a voice that it has been infuriating
to you for echo in your alterdos
ears Desires dying. Believe in you?
These fleeing from something vile
Violent changes you undergo
Brutal absence today. Believe today in you?
And simply you decide to face
What you detest and you want finishing
and until now you decide to despise
What becomes ill to you and you cannot cure
It tell me, that it is what you create?
In this world of forgotten
a shout that flees from you
Towards places already left
Nothing or nobody will be able to take what you know to
Nothing or nobody will be able to take what you can see