Is it the end, or is it just me?
 Will it happen that we’ll be set free?
 Chaos is near: the fear of all fears

 Shall we continue to hope when faith starts to bleed?

 When truth isn’t told and still controls a fold…I feel blind
 I’m questioning myself but I can’t find…

 I try to dream but sleep took off.
 I felt not sure and went for a walk.

 We’ll feel free at last and the game will end
 This game will end…

 I feel like I’ve been told lies from the day I was born
 Enacting a story that is not mine, is it enough of a burden?

 I try to climb between the doubts that are surrounding my mind
 I don't feel free and guess what; I don’t feel that I’m being me.