| The giddiness refuses to loose | |
| its grip on my mind | |
| I am thrown down on the ground | |
| again and again in absence of balance | |
| Hunted by no one, but in the same | |
| time by the whole world | |
| The empty shells screams for more, | |
| but there is no more to give | |
| Trembling I sit down and start to | |
| create shadows | |
| Your lack of aura makes me wonder. | |
| Do you really exist? | |
| I can see you... | |
| Waiting... Waiting for relief | |
| Searching... Searching for ease | |
| I am trying to become one | |
| with the all that I lean on | |
| Don't want to be seen, | |
| Don't want to be judged | |
| and don't want to be any longer | |
| All impressions creats a lack | |
| of equilibrium i my mind | |
| Trembling I sit down and | |
| start to create shadows | |
| Becoming the observer | |
| instead of the hunted | |
| You are looking at me but you | |
| don't dare to comfort my eyes | |
| A quiet laughter breeds fit of | |
| laughter inside of me | |
| You are not worth more than the | |
| stony soil that i'm walking on | |
| A quiet laughter breeds fit of | |
| laughter inside me | |
| A silent sigh and a last glance | |
| on your behaviour | |
| Makes me want to help you towards | |
| the end that will come to us all |