There is a lake of dreams in me
Where I see dawn and sadness
Where I am trying to not submerge
The pain does not satisfy me
While cries and moans increase
In my subconscious
I want to end and wake up
I want to hate you while I smile
And I fight against myself to not do it
I am proud of my lust
My pleasure expressions surprise me
While I look for an exit
In this alternative reality
Hate is a sweet scent
Which flows freely in me
I do not distinguish with clarity the reality
I am tired of this false way
Depressive lie that you call life
Genetic code erased
I feel it touching me inside
I want to leave it
Psycho-thought
