Black walls surround me!

They painted them white

But I know their true color...

Those fools...

They told they were made of sugar,

But they are cold as ice...

My all life is played,

As someone rolls his dice.

I see myself screaming,

But I can't hear any sound...

I'm silenced by my own bound.

I try to reach something,

but there's nothing to reach,

On those lies they always preach...

I lay my hands on these bitter walls

And I almost see you...

But all I perceive are reflections,

Of what I feel...

Of what I do...

Weird damned house,

From where I can't escape!

They can feast with my flesh,

But my soul they'll never rape...

Black house!

I dare you!

Surround me!

My dreams will remain free...

Carve me up and with my body play!

Imitate the games from hell!

Can't take my soul away...

 

1997

publicado por sá morais às 12:31