Cryptic words

I have to spit what I’ve inside
A bitter taste I have to share
A public therapy but though so personal
As I expose this inner fight

A place where I can tell my spite
(I’m seeking my own private shape in what they call a public world)
A place to find what’s left of me
(Losing sight of my very essence has never been so intense)

Fight! It is time to ignite
The spirits inside and let contradictions unify
Believe in your might
Let your dreams collide with your anger

Fight
Contradictions unify
So let your anger burn

Drifting inside my consciousness
Revealing its darkest side
A combination of all the things I’ve swallowed
Brought back to life with cryptic words

Losing control inside
As if the cells were flying away
Starting to dissipate and search for salvation

And when I finish throwing up my soul
No words can describe my ecstatic state

As if I was the witness of a revelation
What I have in front of me
Is the climax of mental torture