I crossed the bridge that delivers my suffering
I asked for the source and I burned with my pleasure
I saw further and walked away
Of what made me fall apart
I decided the game
I didn't want to play anymore
I made up the rule until she made me up
I became a slave to myself for discrediting
I dared but it was never too much
I visited the well where my ancestors are
I fell and I can't go back
I want to leave and I can't breathe anymore
So forgotten, suffered, I know
Sometimes I don't understand the direction I've taken
About the dementia of an insane world
Living the cruelty of humanity
Between instinct and intuition
Between strength and endurance
Trying to get away from what makes me suffer
Thoughts consume me to avoid my own outburst