At night I stop to think
And reflect my life in the mirror
I see that there was bad and good moments
I felt like the hunter and the prey

This surprise box that is the life
Hunger and violence in cold times
That we are fucked by destiny
I become shadow of myself

Making me believe that I'm alone
Running against the time
My legs disobey me
Taking me to every where and nowhere
Without pardon and without return

The thinking takes control of my head
Only rest to take a trip and observe
There are no flowers and drugs in my way

I only take the straight way
The direction of the answers, of destiny
The direction of why to be a boy

I will look around
To try to understand better
The position of the weak and strong
The feeling of the life and death