Rearrange shapes that includes your time
I´m not a dark line of your book
So many times i´ve left myself, i´m not another brick on 
the wall
So close form the outside, waiting to be like them
Inside , a feeling of your mind
The weakest weapon last forever
Find the door , to close it when you loose control
The answer is not, what´s wrong with that ?
To the sun of the dark never endsÂ…to the pain of your 
solu that stays on the inside
I cry