End of day, so tired... I think I can breath no more The rain ceased, see... Everything should be clear by now Voices and guilts so loud in silence A candle in the mirror Enlights an aged naeve's portrait In a grey, solid, but so vague sea of irony... In a way, I understand and through my open pores I realise that sleep looks at death through this mirror I'm so afraid to sleep... I'm so afraid to sleep... I'm so afraid to sleep... I'm so afraid to sleep... Colors and sounds attack me slowly they wrap around me I can't move in this revolving room Everybody has to be afraid of something Like a vital lie keeps me awake... My own one My eyes are heavy like the guilts I have Nothing has changed, not even the words Nothing has changed, not even the thoughts Nothing has changed, not even the silence Nothing has changed, not even the End...