How cold and desolated is this spectacle Already not even, death is a consolation Alreasy I don't need these chains There's no life and no hope I want to cross this no stars night and see your face I just see biers bitten by rats It's because this room takes me to the final border The one I don't like, time and life owner The orbit of my senses are still altered THe damned transitions is completed My will won't come back...