Melancolia

Manifesto In My Struggle Condemnation,
Frustrations, Short Career.

Purified Atmospheres, Terrible Nightmares,
Sensations Drill Me. Heat, Temptation And Cold Surroundings.

Manifesting Cynical Attitudes,
It's The Booze That Intoxicates And Soaks Us.

Our Soul Screaming And Tearing Apart,
Alone, Disemboweling My Interior.

No More Option,
More Disgust And Depression;
Because Its Trampled Stigma Tears Apart Its Reason.
Shame Of Living, I Begin To Exist,
For Reasons Burn Sordid Face, Human Sensation.

Melancholy That Intoxicates Me Eternally...
Routine Mode And Life.

I'm Not Part Of Your Lie, You're Part Of My Interior Dominating Me,
Anonymous Seeking Your Being, I'm Linked To You.

Masterful Irony Of Your Face, You Trample Me
I'm The Anonymous Man Seeking Your Being.

After A Blurry Existence, Perfect Set.
It's My Communion Of My Soul
And Your Skin Fruit of Our Fire that still suffocates me.

I'm Not Part Of Your Lie, You're Part Of My Interior Dominating Me,
Anonymous Seeking Your Being, I'm Linked To You.

The Harshness Of Reality Transformed Into Melancholy That Awakens,
The Fears That Stirred The Pain That Will Never Fill Me.
Like The Vertigo Of Anxiety Facing An Open And Unknown Sea.
And Before Death Everything Is Life,
Although My Life Begins With Melancholy.