Is it all over?
Am I just a joke to everyone?
That loneliness that invades me and haunts me everywhere
Old friends who swore to be there, just resting on broken promises
A world in which no one is free, no one trusts anyone

Everything is broken, everything is destroyed, but am I my personal destroyer?

Is it? Spiritual appropriation, you're my master, I'm a pawn, but what if I don't want to be?

Darkness only surrounds me in a feast of blood in which rests my spirit, new moments, new memories (without color)