I hate my self as I’m human,
I hate my self as I’m selfish...

So many things have reached the heart of mine,
So many have devour into past and time...

Darken streets you hold so many secrets,
Hunted by two shadows, by two lovers...

On the ashes of our youth,
No wind endures a lonely truth...

A dream made to disappear into the vague sensation...
A sentiment so profound that even the most...

No rimes, no words, no nothing,
I am a failure on this world...

Your head is resting on my shoulder
And your laying in my arms...

Open your eyes and see the light.
Behold the destiny of my site...

Quasar of the old Elysium field,
What lies behind your faithful seal...

For…the air…to purify…
For… the clearance…of the sky...

When you enter in this vain,
Your only vortex is the fame...

In all my life I have just dreamed,
To create a new machine...