In the bustle of fears and passion, flood of words In the crowd of humans emotions, Im lost without edges I dont know my onw place... and scream Awakened at night, I got hurt with the day I didnt know where I was and then I hid But suddenly I stopped and understood my thoughts Being stupor but real, alive From now I was painting my life as I wanted I directed every important events It was pleasant, laugher at their failures Got me inside a tunnel without exit I didnt want anything from that moment Pride and satisfaction pierced my body Like a thorn, signed with the will of existence I was walking up and down my cage, locked from the outside I wanted to keep on blowing my flame Being in candles of people undesired The light went out and with this flame my hopes and desires
onw, laugher, undesired, bustle, wanted