Paralysed at my core, Of experiences, I feed, They are water to my burns. Live reality as blind Man. Aware, but trapped under my own daze. Live a lie, die Slowly from within. Kill a lie, cry A lost, a past truth. Chronicle of a lost man, No way back, no certain future, A true moment, my relief. A chapter of life, a distorted image Of a clearer view soon to come. Live a lie, die Slowly from within. Kill a lie, cry A lost, a past truth.