Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion
The eternal silence leads to oblivion
I am contradiction, the boundary
Inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation
Mannerism, simplicity
Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion
The eternal silence leads to oblivion
I am contradiction, the boundary
Inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation
Rigor, baroque, minimalism
I'm like this music that twists
Around itself
That gets torn and recomposes
That gets torn and recomposes
I'm the result of a test
The survivor of a living
Rottenly imbued of my life
Counterpoint to the petrification of pain
Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul
Voice suspended in a dream
Longing for entering the mystery of visible
For tasting the sweet horror vacui
I listen to the silence
I listen to the silence
(Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood) Blood and confusion
(Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood) Blood and confusion
I feed myself, myself with fear
Rage, anguish and unspoken sensations
Surprised and spellbound
By the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things
I listen to the silence
I listen to the silence
(Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood) Blood and confusion
(Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood) Blood and confusion
I perceive something tragic here
And my mind is blood and confusion
I perceive something tragic here
And my mind is blood and confusion
Blood and confusion