Trapped in memory, locked in the silence
Being hated, confused, and defying
Silent and drifted, I ignore my own soul
Enduring the weight of a false move's control
Nothing is hidden, I don't omit a thing
If no one wants to see, I'll take the road I bring
Not everything is lost, it's on the edge, on the line
Behind the high wall, where the guards define
At the edge of the real, where madness begins
The surreal dwells there, where the future spins
What they expected from the "I" that was me
With me shall sleep the lack of meaning, with me it dies free
It's not too little, nor is it too much
Just the balance of hate and peace in our touch
What consumes the core, of nothing can't wait
It's friction, division, a model to create
In the poetic base, the flow goes on and on
Everything follows a law, like the Moon at dawn
At the X on the map, in the word's empty space
There were more things than the exact word could trace
Optical illusion, a cracked interface
Commands the precision of a message in space
Crossing the void, reaching paths unknown
Braving horizons where the thorns have grown
Tell me now what you cannot see
What blurs the memory and blinds what should be
Tell me now what leaves you in fear
If the routine is the same and no change is near
It's not too little, nor is it too much
Just the balance of hate and peace in our touch
What consumes the core, of nothing can't wait
It's friction, division, a model to create
Trapped in memory, locked in the silence
Being hated, confused, and defying
Silent and drifted, I ignore my own soul
Enduring the weight of a false move's control
Optical illusion, a guided-aimed gun
At the X on the map, where the word is undone
At the exact moment, programmed decay
Only one destiny, but so many ways
At the edge of the real, where madness begins
The surreal dwells there, where the future spins
It's not too little, nor is it too much
Just the balance of hate and peace in our touch