| Passion that shouts and red with anger | |
| I lost myself | |
| Through alleys of mysteries | |
| I went up and down like a demented train | |
| Don't take it personal | |
| I choose my own fate | |
| I follow love | |
| I follow hate. | |
| Searching for something that makes makes hearts move | |
| I found myself. | |
| But my best possession walked into the shade and threatened to drift away. | |
| Don't take it personal | |
| I choose my own fate | |
| I follow love | |
| I follow hate. | |
| Full of myself | |
| I left you behind as if | |
| I could, possessed by | |
| Quixote's dream went to fight dragons in the land of concrete. | |
| Don't take it personal | |
| I choose my own fate | |
| I follow love | |
| I follow hate. | |
| Rolling in pain discovered what hurts and tasted hell infatuated by madness | |
| I danced in flames and drunk in the depth of love. |