This false sun doesn't heat me, it's shining, yes, but doesn't heat my blood Loneliness embraces me, Sometimes dandles me and becomes my sun
Psychological violence Illusion gives me a dim relief in vain
Nude insanity, I'm running around in circles but I never find again that I leave, I always find new incitements for new pain. And the circle becomes a sphere that lives of own-energy, I can also stay stable. I don't rule anymore. I'm my brain slave.
Under all levels - my frustration Inside the nucleus - my suffering.. in vain!
This false rain doesn't wet me, it leaves my lips arid, my skin dry Fear embraces me, sometimes dandles me and becomes my rain