Once again I am looking the sun
I want to feel what I have here inside
Suffocation with the air in here
Hide between all the pain

Seeking through chameleonic filiation
The invisible color of the emptiness
Trips around secret flaws
They delay the universe

Waking up in the real
Waking up [bad word] down with the fear [bad word] down

Like the end of creation
From the dark piece of life
I will follow the essence
I am made of remains

Involution in reverse, its me
Hidden mask cross the mute zone of life
Shine in my own denial of mind
I hurry in descendant

Waking up in the real
Waking up [bad word] down with the fear [bad word] down

I'm nothing more
Nothing more than less
 [bad word] insustancial
The gestures are without their movement
 [bad word] from the past
From darkest sides
In the contours the forms created
By themselves. they disappear in here
And now its fusion of the shine
 [bad word] when dies the light

I never want to feel this
It feels unreal
But I can see the light
 [bad word] with fear

Is the dream gone? This revelation?
Conciousness in delirium,
Can I feel now?
An empty gaze blocks the creation
Strange experience, voiceless void
Obsessed creation
It [bad word] back, am I falling?
Reading my mind, the shades of night
I dying?
Could paranoia kill me now?
Chaotic path, I'm destinied to collapse
Surrealistic symphony takes me
I'm waiting for the final act
In the spiral