In the bustle of fears and passion, flood of words
In the crowd of human's emotions,
I'm lost without edges
I don't know my onw place...
.... and scream
Awakened at night, I got hurt with the day
I didn't know where I was and then I hid
But suddenly I stopped and understood my thoughts
Being stupor but real, alive
From now I was painting my life as I wanted
I directed every important events
It was pleasant, laugher at their failures
Got me inside a tunnel without exit
I didn't want anything from that moment
Pride and satisfaction pierced my body
Like a thorn, signed with the will of existence
I was walking up and down my cage, locked from the outside
I wanted to keep on blowing my flame
Being in candles of people undesired
The light went out and with this flame my hopes and desires
In the crowd of human's emotions,
I'm lost without edges
I don't know my onw place...
.... and scream
Awakened at night, I got hurt with the day
I didn't know where I was and then I hid
But suddenly I stopped and understood my thoughts
Being stupor but real, alive
From now I was painting my life as I wanted
I directed every important events
It was pleasant, laugher at their failures
Got me inside a tunnel without exit
I didn't want anything from that moment
Pride and satisfaction pierced my body
Like a thorn, signed with the will of existence
I was walking up and down my cage, locked from the outside
I wanted to keep on blowing my flame
Being in candles of people undesired
The light went out and with this flame my hopes and desires