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