I live all alone leaving minutes off
I won't walk ... I travel thinking about
me changing something out of this, but
this exists before you and me swim in this mud.

But I am wrong again,
one in a million of solitudes...
I can't climb my stairs,
Trapped by the heaviest mask...
I won't spread my chest,
Pumping between anger and lust...
I pray The Lord to rest,
but my heart still beats...

I have become to feel so weird so
far, so strange in this viscous life...
Roots over me drowning, choking
Life, I must dry, fall and feed the grass before I burn.

But I am wrong again...
I can't climb my stairs...
I won't spread my chest....
But my heart still beats...

Now, that I am all alone... I know that I've always been, I will always be... I don't pretend otherwise.

I am getting old, and something I don't know
Sucks my sap, consumes my old smile...
An immortal hell with demons that feed on dull years
A life, that is death, doesn't end if you don't breathe...
I look back and the road seems so curved and rough,
Before me all is straight....

I thrashed you, you loved me... but I owned my reason...
Over and over... I tried to conceal....
What in me should be less than a simple fear...
Older and colder... we just approach to fall...