The light seems to be subtle
As it just make me see the reality
Which I am unable to face
It shows me sides of
myself
I have never tried to comprehend
But I am convinced that the light wants to heal me
Nothing it descent according to my
depraved mind
Should I enjoy it? All is so incomplete
I do believe!
Following this way towards the cold dead light
I must
be guided cause I am too weak
Every sensation has been erased
This conscience does not belong to me
Cause I would be devoured
or enslaved
By malevolent ideologies
Brutality is blessed; violence purifying
And it's harmful effect become pure
enjoyment
It's just a dream, I have to forget it
Looking at your face one last time...
I took my knife and then I began
to tear your body apart
The cold is coming, the light fades away
As you lay lifeless and loathsome
Cold... no sensation of
deliverance
Dead... I'll pull the trigger
But... the light shines again
Don't try to get around the obstacles in your
life
Cause when the light will die, I'm sure you'll agonize
There's nothing left to hope
There are many things to
learn!!!
Looking at your face one last time...