Future poorly planned
The path is cloudy and hopeful
Joys and sadness mutually destroying themselves
Frustrated attempts to achieve the unachievable
Insignificant suffocated disappointments
Weeping night that wet us
Rented confusion that attract us
We are preparing ourselves for the infernal monotony
Missed time of departure
We are always unwelcomed and severely censured
Just for wanting to be free and wander in the nights
desperately looking for fake madness
Screams from all directions approach us
But they don't affect us, maybe they never did
Because we can't understand them