You that I not understand although I now refuse…
You enigma of a genius's muse…
Who you are? And what\'s your role?
Through this crying sacred world?
You simple mind…! Why can't you see…?
That my role in this world;
Is to heal the wounded soul…
You are here to save the pity me!?
I don't need your love for me!
Your ghostly entry amazes me not!
And you dreamy lips are now a lot
More insignificant… Vanish from my field of view!
And take this thoughts that are now few,
That invade my mind…
Leave this place I beg of you, before I find
A new repulsive thing in you,
Go away and let me to…
Embrace my thoughts and new reflections,
Of this world that's made in sections;
Don't you see that this is me…
That this tragic faith I want to be,
This ideal that I try to find
Describes my all entire life,
It is my quest to be in line,
For all the sake I'll hope you'll fly!
When I'm singing for this vision so impossible to gain,
In this reality of corrupt fame,
I wouldn't be ever now the same,
Because you came and ruined all,
What will now be the role,
My role… My life… My ideal…
You took everything from me, and you now ask me how I feel?
I am so young, although so bored of all…
So strong, so sorrow without control,
What can I do?
I wish I've never found you!
My love! What is this madness that you remove?
Whit this sound of pain and groove!?
Am I not your wild and supreme desire?
The one and only internal and eternal burning fire?
Stop! You're hurting me! I wish to die…!
I have nothing more to live now for,
My dreams are now close by this black wood door…
That you are…
So close and not so far…
My simple dreamer, you misplaced your self within the universe,
That reveals the pain, the suffering and faces…
You are childish and naive,
Your destiny is not, whit those, ideas and whit fiction,
But whit love, whit faith and faction,
Of the life and hope for better,
And not surround you whit this crater,
Are your eyes now open…?
Is it your heart still broken…?
I refuse to understand your language,
And I'll be forever in… how did you say?... this dungeon?
I'm tired and apart…
And seam a inside game… a card…
That it is thrown whit other garbage,
But at the end I manage,
To triumph and persist,
The degradation of the time and then resist,
To follow other paths then this,
This reality of mist…
