I've a thousand ways [bad word] all,
But I'm walking to poor choices
negative pulse will be searching for me.

Immobilised in the cerebral cell
I'm observing my steps...in vain...

Are [bad word] to poison my remarks?
This grating
Offers

Protective trees and feeble barriers,
But is too distant,
The innocence's round dance.

My various eyes are melting,
'cause the past is kidding me with the same
Consoling mask,
(But) [bad word] to The Passage,
The exit from this opaque, filthy case..... [bad word] to listen....it's so refined the whisper of my rise
 [bad word] to the passage!