Rearrange shapes that includes your time I´m not a dark line of your book So many times i´ve left myself, i´m not another brick on the wall So close form the outside, waiting to be like them Inside, a feeling of your mind Hide your instincts, only when I show you mines The weakest weapon last forever Find the door, to close it when you loose control The answer is not, what´s wrong with that ? To the sun of the dark never ends...to the pain of your solu that stays on the inside I cry