I close my eyes... I open my mind... I listen my interior
There is something that wants to explode... But I don't leave it

I see sadness... Desires of being
Of to fight and to live... But my reality is another
I can be but easy... But it is not it.

Maybe it is fear... Or inspiration lack
Help me to but... Help me with your light
I wish I didn't feel anything... To see what I feel

The things can be but easy... When you move away from my road
I can step you... This is our paradise?

The world is a true lie
That we have built
Inspiration lack
For our frigid hearts.