| I am a lonely man | |
| That lives in a strange labyrinth | |
| I don't know how I can scape | |
| I am a living statue laying in a bed | |
| Only my mind wants to abandom this jail | |
| I am a tired woman | |
| Full of constant pain because her loved | |
| Wants to see her dead | |
| I am the the boy that lost his eyes | |
| And the one that forget his voice | |
| I only want to remain | |
| Talking with solitude and to never return | |
| I need to feel, I can breathe | |
| And my sad heart is free again | |
| This world isn't for me | |
| So I search other place wherever I can dream | |
| Outside reality with my own fantasy | |
| We are shadows of the great filth | |
| That the hungry made victims of his evil game | |
| We are soldiers of fortune far away from home | |
| Marching near the fear to a wrong war | |
| We are helpless angels slaves of | |
| Pleasure that let their own bodies | |
| In hands of the devil | |
| We're the children of poverty | |
| And elders of agony |