[...being being being]
Being at the place of darkness
Where everything that exists, never is
Being in the place of inexistence
Where silence is everything
Where silence never stops
Being in a place I ignore
Where sadness dominates monotony
Where time? hands
?
And I feel the impediment of taking out
The anguish that resounds in my inside
And I feel all his foundless madness
Which oppress me like a thousand gravities
And I feel more presence
That gets lost in the infinity [infinity]
I feel his torture in my being
I feel his screams in my mind
I feel his breath in my soul
I feel his look in my spirit
I try to cry and I have no eyes
I try to hear and I have no ears
I try to smell and I have no nose
I try to touch and I have no hands
I try to burst, and I have no body
I try to burst, and I have no body
I feel his torture in my being
I feel his screams in my mind
I feel his breath in my soul
I feel his look in my spirit
What's the sense of this demented
Function which trapes me?
What's the order of this puzzle
If none of us fits okay?
What's the motive of this whole emptiness
If we don't exist in any concrete point?
What's the answer to everything
If I can't even make
Make a question?
[A question?]
[A question]
All these pleasures, refused
All these sacrifices, in vain
All these prays, with no destiny
All these penances, absurd
All these abstinences
To get a beyond
From the plenty grace
And above all these
Fears to an inexistent God
For this Chaos
[This Chaos]
[This Chaos]
All these pleasures, refused
All these sacrifices, in vain
All these prays, with no destiny
All these penances, absurd
All these abstinences
To get a beyond
From the plenty grace
And above all these
Fears to an inexistent God
For this Chaos
[Yeah]
Is this perpetual night, perhaps my personal hell?
Maybe this perpetual night, bring a clear sunrise
Which let me see the sky, that I think I deserve
But until that moment I can only wait and reflect
About everything and nothing
And try to remember the mistakes
That confined me to utter obscurity