angels are crying  in a picturesque quarantine  this abandoned paradise   is now in a cold sweet sleep    welcome to this dirty land  where hope is under the anxiety's fog  calmness is included in a perverse spirit  mineral curse - without uniforms    D.espair was barn in the  E.xtravagant being which was  C.losed and inactive.  E.very man is a performer in a  P.antomime  T.ormenting fusion  I.am reserved to penetrate these plains  O.f infinity and eternity. I want to be  N.on-existant    the forms the shapes, the colours and I  the rules, the plans are stereothypes  the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends  this is deception...    the forms the shapes, the colours and I  the rules, the plans are stereothypes  the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry  this is deception...     glasses full of angels' lies  play this sad melody  growing chaos, silhouette of coming...  deception    the forms the shapes, the colours and I  the rules, the plans are stereothypes  the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends  this is deception...    the forms the shapes, the colours and I  the rules, the plans are stereothypes  the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry  this is deception...     This has never been my world  never...