Inserted in some intolerable states,
Captivated by origin and death's unison,
Ready to solve the mysteries configuration,
Transforming into a passenger of moments and inert steps.
I follow bad archetypes columns,
I turn into many forms and complications,
Then I'll stand unspoken to assume my decline,
A mutual pact between the unseen parts.
I lost my life in seconds,
Fixing in silence, Fixing in silence...
Close to lightless hints,
I see how structures have fallen,
Attaining my perfect darkness,
When contact and sounds are getting lost.
Then I lost my life at my own will,
Into the human deep-rooted incomprehension,
Into strange reality misjudgment forms.
Close to lightless hints,
I see how structures have fallen,
Attaining my darkness,
They will dig twenty times if necessary,
Picking up olden letters and blurred images.
Removing wardrobes, dressing as another,
Supposing to be, taking the soul.
However there's no step back.
And they'll never understand.
Screaming, beating, destroying, suffering.
Then they'll look to the ground,
Sentencing the sky, talking to wind,
Asking for an invisible hand, a virtual hug.
Screaming, beating, destroying, suffering.
Then they'll accuse the absence in imitation of past,
Searching souls between a body full of maggots.
But specters and ghosts never gonna be found.
It was a fact, I abdicate without memories.
Because I left the universe, fixing in silence.