Bodies just die slow,
only thoughts are movin’,
facts became flexible and amorphous,
something is changin’ - I’m just wandering.
There’s a virus in the system,
it open the gates - I’m awaken,
the structure’s rotten,
a perfectly poisoned soul will be stolen.
Such a perceft day...
The stomp of my hopelessness
is burnt deep into my mind
to let me remind who I am
and who’s the one I’ll not become.
Shadows whisper -
another day begins - another so-called perfect day,
the prototype of my perfection
becomes a mass of cells
without reason.
Insane - I’m far from understanding.
Insane - my pain, it’s never ending.
Insane - I got something dark inside.
Insane - who would tell me why?
I’m arrived, but I can’t smile. |
