Slave

Divided between the reason and the insanity
Scared, downcast

Fighting for clarity

With the chest crushed by the pain

When I will be free?
Of be a slave of my thoughts
When I will be free?
Of the conscience corrupted

My dirty soul like a sewer
Disgusts-me, infects-me
Clearly able to see in my eyes
I just blast inside

The bugs surrounded me
Attracted by the fetid smell of my mind
Maybe the death be to only exit
The true answer

When I will be free?
Of be a slave of my thoughts
When I will be free?
Of the conscience corrupted

My dirty soul like a sewer
Disgusts-me, infects-me
Clearly able to see in my eyes
I just blast inside

Kill me, kill me
With in your mind
Free me, free me

The bugs surrounded me
Attracted by the fetid smell of my mind

When I will be free?
Of be a slave of my thoughts
When I will be free?
Of the conscience corrupted