| The awakening is brutal and the strange places around me | |
| And both quiet and distressing | |
| The urge to vomit is back | |
| In my inside world I think I've crossed the line | |
| Swear and tears run on my skin | |
| I feel the same pain again. | |
| The ashes of my past life still burn | |
| And cycle of my being is back in a new beginning | |
| The first fruits of a second childhood which is more obscure and twisted | |
| How could I forgive ? | |
| Ho could I forget ? | |
| During my soul crossed | |
| Blindfolded centuries | |
| The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be | |
| Appears to me with unbearable brutality | |
| This morning looks like the others | |
| And I feel dizzy in front of the immobility of my existence | |
| I've seen my equals cross the blindfolded centuries | |
| And fall around me | |
| Each time born in a different dimension | |
| My own sick representations | |
| Which perhaps only exist through me | |
| But today begins my new life | |
| In this pure white room | |
| I can't move, the chains are back | |
| To tell me that my torments are not over | |
| I can just look at this new birth, powerless | |
| The first breath's so painful | |
| Blindfolded centuries | |
| The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be | |
| Appears to me with unbearable brutality | |
| All that i believed being a part of me in this entity | |
| Is just a ****ing illusion |