I try to understand why love has been taken away from me. Once enlightened, now covered by this darkness. Seasons pass on. I look at my hands, frozen by the wind, burned by the sun. My mind is not able to function. I listen to my own word, titled with your emptiness, and I know what's going to happen, what's going to happen. My real life takes place in another dimension. No spectators can follow the play going on. I see myself. Through the glance of your system only as a product, ready to consume, dragged along with this stream of wrong emotions, not able to rescue myself. My real life takes place in another dimension. No spectators can follow the play going on. My inner self is burning. I'm still wondering why love has been take away from me. I'll never [bad word] your evil touch.