They speak to us everyday. they reach for us. they haunt us They just want to understand why. their departure cames so fast The conscience is nothing but the voice of the dead Trying to save us from our own damnation This conscience that is guiding us, liberating us The one that gives us remorse. some advices Without knowing where to go. without knowing where to flee It opens up the road for us. faith full This conscience that helps us, respond to us The one that gives up ideas and suggestions It liberates us from the evil and makes us do these trivial choices This inner voice that talks to us. it pushes us forward In order to reach our goal with no shame and no regrets Without too much tough. passion will come to us For the living pleasure, forever...