Fallen from his own mental trap
His dreams take him to awaken
Open your eyes but do not want
He was eventually forgotten
Degenerate, the victim of his own mind
He denied, and continue denying
A creature without love or compassion
A victim of society
Awoken from his hell, he turns to walk
He walks among those who use him
They are not people, are abstract
A black painting of pure evil
He is pulled back and lying
He smiles, as if dreaming
Your pleasure is to seed the mental torment
In the hearts of those who refuse to accept
His eyes, cold as ice harder
Impenetrable heart of steel
Disease that infects all
And nobody cares
But when he sleeps again, going back to loneliness
He is a human being, he needs love
He does not know what it is, and not even know
Why is the victim of your own mind ...