Losing everything
Motivations
Will of salvation
The few steps to the arrival don't matter more
Just little fears and fucking passions
Link me to this world
But I'm trying to stop believing in them
Dreams are for losers
If they're all in the deathrow
And my tentatives of rebellion
Were just a dream's inception
Less than zero
And the pencil fell on the empty paper
While the brain was dancing the static waltz of
desperation
A new trap
Losing again
Becoming
The monster
You preached
I'd become
Are you happy now
You fucking prophet?