An insane parade of sad marionettes
walk dragging their chains before me every day,
and I have to dodge all the lures they throw
to me to join them in their fucked-up way,

Categorical monsters, crap-generating rodents
stomping our dreams and desires on the floor,
trying to insert their corporated thoughts
if it makes them possess a little of your soul,

Clawing your frankness with their fingers,
abusing like a slaver, a shackle made of air,
they sell you revelation, brain rotting advertisings
about the kindness of their method to suck your spirit,

Scratching, my skin is making lightning,
a power surges inside produced by my sheer anger,
escaping in an instant and shining in the distance,
a beacon I have to follow to be free of this stealing blizzard.

Awaken from the mist of the past,
now I know for sure what my enemies are,
I will stand up strong for real again,
with pure resistance I will last,

with my head held high I will play my part,
I will break all the walls till it means something,
I'll take whatever it takes to find the way
because my time is mine and so is my life.

Unidentified and constant unease
made my pace to be not strides but twists,
and my flow of thoughts drove me to believe
that all things that happened was just 'cos me.

Harmonies of hate make my head vibrate,
illusions of crime and acts of revenge,
I feel just released from a jail-like dream
and all guilty fucks are going to pay.

Sunk in misery they try to get you into it,
trap your free will in a bubble and conserve it like a plotting trophy,
and while you're down here, they try to hold you with a grip
made of sorrow and feelings of guilt, and you can do nothing but grieve

You can do nothing but grieve

Pulling you down into nightmare,
all things muddy, all things dark and dirty,
you are going to experiment what is like to be just like myself

Fully awaken from the mist of the past,
now I know for sure what my enemies are,
I will stand up strong for real again,
with pure resistance I will last,

with my head held high I will play my part,
I will break all the walls till it means something,
I'll take whatever it takes to find the way
because my time is mine and so is my life.

Unidentified and constant unease
made my pace to be not strides but twists,
and my flow of thoughts drove me to believe
that all things that happened was just 'cos me.

but with my head held high I will play my part,
I will break all the walls till it means something,
I'll take whatever it takes to find the way
because my time is mine and so is my life.