Look at the mirror
You won't see anything
Walk on untouchables
Lands of mind
You won't hear anything

Despair
Frustration
Dillusions world

Those are tools of an inner self-crime
Self mutilated body
In physical terms
In psychological terms

This is what we do to ours
Unknown victims
This is what we become
Our own plague

Despair
Frustration
Dillusion world

Worthless anger
Neglect the people face
Is how we can deal, how we can handle
Of this misery situation
Denying the fear that run inside us