Amputated faith, with one cut deprived of future
Hope removed with a scalpel, blank spaces filling my soul
Love – such a beautiful word shouted out by poets
Cleared under anesthesia, in a hospice for hopeless cases
My life an unconditioned reflex
Doing its best, destroying dead cells
A stone growing on my cold heart
Building a safe shell around the light
Like a dummy
I'm plastic, covered matter
With a burned smile in looking glass
Empty orbits
A few bugs I can feel
Strongly feeding on dead flesh
My life an unconditioned reflex
Doing its best, destroying dead cells
A stone growing on my cold heart
Building a safe shell around the light
Are you the surgeon of life?
No, I'm him from my own free will
Wanting to fight with anxiety and fear
I remove my humanity
Dark thoughts at night, like sinister clouds
Approaching my mind, looking like a blank sheet
I've reached my goal, where does the pain come from?
There's something I don't understand!
Am I dreaming? Pain and fear are piling up
Don't know where I roam these days
I think I wanted to fool myself too much
Invisible is so real
My desperation's reached its limits
I feel the pain of removed values
How I wish I could turn back the time
To stop the torturing, intense, countless phantom pains
