Nobody knows where the edge of knowledge marks

No one will ever enter the realm of subconsciousness

Just trying to show how intense is nakedness

And how futile can be complexity



Do really the blind leads the blind?

Unveiling from the nonsense voices

Too busy to give not worth meanings

To what seems to be the reaching key



Shut down words to hold back the pure

Inner screams from this living lure



Intense drama fills the hour

Pathetic rhymes just to show what's ours



Flowing pain painted as red

Realizing you're as good as dead!

Too busy to give not worth meanings

To what seems to be the reaching key



Shut down words to hold back the pure

Inner screams from this living lure



Collapse for superstition of truths

Terminal contradiction thought disease

Self-killing action in mind control

Is the ultimate screen on the calling of my echo