No one comes to feed me No one cares to heal me No one needs to save me No one dares to look into my eyes
I feel like a lost word Trapped somewhere and somehow In the blank pages of an unwritten book Mankind looks at me Just like a fool or a madman But it doesn’t know that in my world all is full of grace
Grace is in my arms Trapped in this strait-jacket Grace in this white room Empty for your blind eyes but so crowded for my mind Gray is your life A perennial pursuit for a formal perfection
I can see deep through you The nothingness of your souls A black shroud on your emotions Choked by your plastic goals
Finally your time has come Now decadence and decay Leave scars on your faces And damage like a surgical blade
I feel like a lost word Trapped somewhere and somehow In the blank pages of an unwritten book Mankind looks at me Just like a fool or a madman But it doesn’t know that in my world all is full of grace
Grace is in my arms Trapped in this strait-jacket Grace in this white room Empty for your blind eyes but so crowded for my mind Gray is your life A perennial pursuit for a formal perfection
No one (will) leave to feed (I don’t) need anyone to save me I took my decision I don’t want to be part Of this ridiculous Circus of puppets Trapped in a pathetic screenplay Until they die