Is it all over?
Am I just a joke to everyone?
That loneliness that invades me and haunts me everywhere
Old friends who swore to be there, just resting on broken promises
A world in which no one is free, no one trusts anyone
Everything is broken, everything is destroyed
But am I my personal destroyer?
Is it? Spiritual appropriation, you're my master
I'm a pawn, but what if I don't want to be?
Darkness only surrounds me in a feast of blood in which rests my spirit
New moments, new memories (without color)