Trapped in this chaotic scheme
None of us wished it
Yet here out souls bleed
May I present the million pieces
Of a troubled soul

Hope is but a dream
Despair reigns supreme
My colors blend into the pale
My colors blend into the pale
The places I've known
To be the safest

When I wither into this hole
Thankful for the strength
Of my own shell
Otherwise outside
A living hell

Composição: Jonas Bittencourt