I do not know who I am more.
The excitement that we do not have exact so I can define them,
Once again I am the product of confusion and a sense of mind,
Confusion, confusion, confusion.

Sometimes the solution is simply screaming to the world
I have the need to put our differences,
to reveal and hide what I think about everything that involves life and death,
Or what we call the absence of life.

It's all a matter of point of view,
or just psicológio delirium,

(that feeling and enduring mystery that takes the mind)

Something that dominates and destroys everything ever seen
should be destroyed or controlled?

How you control yourself?

The images come in dreams are the evidence the next day,
The day that never ends for those who do not sleep,

Those who do not dream, do not take days.
None day.

In general we are night, committing in the dark,
errors in the day allows us to avoid.

Starting this agony of her body,
anything that consumes his life,
Take, Scream, Make.