Gently i bleed
Wrapped into thorns
Which i've been always surrounded to
Gently i agitate myself while they deeply penetrate
Life is like a hand that lift you up
Then let you fall down

Since i took my very first cry
I knew i wasn't in the right place (to be)
I grew outwardly
But in my heart that primordial pain

Now i close my eyes
And i sink myself between the coils of quiescence
Like a baby
That in the cradle
Cries..from suffering

Look to my eyes that sleeps eternally
Who hasn't consciousness now?