this obsessive picture indistinct these trail of smiles goodwill just to wake up and hear all these cries in my head as a union of what and who we are sweeps through unconscious and unspeakable just to wake up and see this final aim we don t suspect why are these feelings darkened my nights again and again all made of fear isolation and confusion bigger than the desolation my life was made of before have i to close my eyes again have i to loose these bearings so hard to regain this hope wasn t it of my own why me i don t want to i want to stay in this paradise that open new hell doors but this increasingly strong feeling is obnoxious to me a total control of my existence is suffocating me the pleasure to feel the fear urges me to go far from here a jail of delight not without a shadow why i a common citizen having days seeing having days seeing only the happiness of my people i made my choice this desolation outside may be our true reconstruction i close my eyes again and disappear into this world i ve hated so much but through which i live tree again to live free again