I'm so alone, agonically. The words they once said have no sense at all now, the little bitter
voice inside my head is laughting of me. People. Nobody support me or give me aim to get along.
I can give up, now and here. Sleep with the past, forgeting the scratch inside my skull. Paranoia
is all I got left. The shattered and rusty memories are sad... I don't like them. Like a damn
mirror, the pieces will turn to dust with my bones. I remembered I've got allergy to memories.
I erased myself. So don't complain. And again, and again, and again.
A nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare!
Heavy Crime Syndicate, smuggling human emotions inside aseptic cristal flasks. Our government is corrupt.
Happyness vacuum: forget the past. Amnesia, this gorgeous coma.
With it I ran along the city's streets chewing bullets of strawberry, no look at somebody's eyes. Fingers burning,
scars burning, I have nobody aganist fight, only myself and my errors. I tripped. Running in the darkness.
Will someday the dream come true? I've just lose my faith. I can't keep this uncertain feeling
inside me. I like risk, I enjoy gambling. But like everybody -yes, we all aren't 100% different
indeed- I need a candle to enlight my path. And I have no wax. The bees died.