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Burning inside of me,

My rage reaches its peak

My brain is prisoner of the silence

Inside the hell of my dead senses

The legacy of the day when I wreck myself

My body seems to be in a memory,

Just in a picture in a mirror

I don't want anymore

This vision of horror

The only thing I always have

Is the faith in my thoughts

I'm not always conscious I'm alive

Because sometimes I doubt

If I died I wouldn't be anything

But isn't it what I am?

Am I something because I think…

If I'm dead and I'm thinking

It means everything is possible

So I've got a chance to come back to life

Have I been lucky enough to die?

Will I have the strength to fight?

I am chaos! I don't know what!

I can get anything for my life

Excepted if I'm wrong

Excepted if I live…