I think of a gloomy dust
All this sleeps in me (I'm lost)
Insanity over all
The mist of perfection is behind the second dream (outside)

Insidiuos line
Where is the line?
The pressure and the crisis drowned

Open passage out of this line
Behind the secret out of this town

A future for your rotting mind
You're the bury, I'm the suffering of this empty breath
A future for your bright disease

Where the scream embraces and opens the mind
Behind the timid regression we are the price
Behind the night

The prison of behind