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