The light seems to be subtle

As it just make me see the reality

Which I am unable to face

It shows me sides of myself

I have never tried to comprehend

But I am convinced that the light wants to heal me

Nothing it descent according to my depraved mind

Should I enjoy it? All is so incomplete

I do believe!


Following this way towards the cold dead light

I must be guided cause I am too weak


Every sensation has been erased

This conscience does not belong to me

Cause I would be devoured or enslaved

By malevolent ideologies

Brutality is blessed; violence purifying

And it's harmful effect become pure enjoyment


It's just a dream, I have to forget it

Looking at your face one last time...


I took my knife and then I began to tear your body apart

The cold is coming, the light fades away

As you lay lifeless and loathsome


Cold... no sensation of deliverance

Dead... I'll pull the trigger

But... the light shines again


Don't try to get around the obstacles in your life

Cause when the light will die, I'm sure you'll agonize


There's nothing left to hope

There are many things to learn!!!


Looking at your face one last time...