Other brick
On my steel-paper wall
Lost control in my miserable, anonymous life
Lost the world where I was born
Broked mirror of my own life,
Resurrection lies in a ground full of lies
And high hopes without fundament vanishes in the fog of happiness
Away from everything, everyone, even from myself
Bleeding like never before
Life never was so depressive, and so insignificant
Got hate, despair
Never breath again that air
Wishes are now like a bunch of words in a scratched paper
Reasons found in moments died on this moment
A new reason has arises
Shitifful promises died
Hateful world lives
Utopic dreams vanishes on the clouds I see (do I see them?)
Want to born again, have to die first
Oh, how I wish it…
War drums I ear them this far
My death and freedom nears me by
Swallowed hate and anger no more . Liberté frees me!
Adelante…
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