I beloNg to AN erA where he who meDitAtes is forceD to 
weAkeN his time
where he who sticks to ANcieNt promises siNks AND briNgs 
with him
his esseNces, his oDors AND his humble iNteNtioNs
I'm grippeD iN my Desire, I'm stoppeD by my hiNDrANce
I'm lookiNg for vitAl spAce but I imploDe
oppresseD by my morAl loAD I stAy iN A plAce
I beloNg to A time, I struggle AgAiNst
AN ethics thAt DoesN't AppertAiN to me.
I oppose, but I see my eNemy DArkeNeD
my Accomplice pAtieNtly wAitiNg for light's ArrivAl,
strAtegy
it hAs come, I brAcket it
he's strANge, I see him
I observe him, I feel him
he goes AheAD AND tAkes possessioN of his feAtures,
I feel him, I see him
oDDly kNowN, pAiNfully kNowN,
trAgicAlly iDeNticAl.
I imploDe while I'm blockiNg my blooD
the bitter Accomplice tAkes me bAck, I cANNot bAr
I cANNot refute it before hAviNg uNDerstooD
why I must live to fight my uNcompromisiNg iNstiNct
I beloNg to AN erA where the eNemy is Not AlwAys out of 
me.