All my life, always was
A serene sort
A quiet and shy core

Introspective walk lines
Deprived, without light

I stopped understand your words
Disordered chaotic thoughts
I can no listen your voice anymore

I ceases to distinguish your face
I do not even recognize myself

In the outsides in dark and cold sites
Always suburbs, away from city lights

Spectrum of cowardice
Tremor inside
Fear is my ally

I stopped understand your words
Disordered chaotic thoughts
I can no listen your voice anymore

I ceases to distinguish your face
I do not even recognize myself

Quite and peace
Fear is my being