Gently i bleed Wrapped into thorns Which i've been always surrounded to Gently i agitate myself while they deeply penetrate Life is like a hand that lift you up Then let you fall down
Since i took my very first cry I knew i wasn't in the right place (to be) I grew outwardly But in my heart that primordial pain
Now i close my eyes And i sink myself between the coils of quiescence Like a baby That in the cradle Cries..from suffering
Look to my eyes that sleeps eternally Who hasn't consciousness now?