Death/Thrash chileno conchetumare. Walking every morning Thinking about the past How could I fix it If everything happened so fast? My mind has changed Now I can see much further Or do I just see mirages Lying on the sand? Anxiety, my old friend How could I have perceived it? Since when am I lost? So here I'm again Asking for some answers Only when I try to look back I realize how softly I trod I'm escaping from myself! Tempest in a teapot Death! Is the only way Fire! Inside my brain I'm overcome with anguish! Living - Like a living dead - Me The same old obstacle I must find the way out of here - Now! I can clearly see Beyond your face When you are abducted by the mind And takes control of you Don't you see? You're inside the flesh The unacceptable truth Has always been in front of you