[...being being being]   Being at the place of darkness   Where everything that exists, never is   Being in the place of inexistence   Where silence is everything   Where silence never stops   Being in a place I ignore   Where sadness dominates monotony   Where time ???? hands   ???????????????????     And I feel the impediment of taking out   The anguish that resounds in my inside   And I feel all his foundless madness   Which oppress me like a thousand gravities   And I feel more presence   That gets lost in the infinity [infinity]     I feel his torture in my being   I feel his screams in my mind   I feel his breath in my soul   I feel his look in my spirit     I try to cry and I have no eyes   I try to hear and I have no ears   I try to smell and I have no nose   I try to touch and I have no hands   I try to burst, and I have no body   I try to burst, and I have no body     I feel his torture in my being   I feel his screams in my mind   I feel his breath in my soul   I feel his look in my spirit     What's the sense of this demented   Function which trapes me?   What's the order of this puzzle   If none of us fits okay?   What's the motive of this whole emptiness   If we don't exist in any concrete point?   What's the answer to everything   If I can't even make   Make a question?   [a question?]   [a question]     All these pleasures, refused   All these sacrifices, in vain   All these prays, with no destiny   All these penances, absurd   All these abstinences   To get a beyond   From the plenty grace   And above all these   Fears to an inexistent God   For this Chaos   [this Chaos]   [this Chaos]     All these pleasures, refused   All these sacrifices, in vain   All these prays, with no destiny   All these penances, absurd   All these abstinences   To get a beyond   From the plenty grace   And above all these   Fears to an inexistent God   For this Chaos      [yeah]     Is this perpetual night, perhaps my personal hell??   Maybe this perpetual night, bring a clear sunrise   Which let me see the sky, that I think I deserve   But until that moment I can only wait and reflect   About everything and nothing   And try to remember the mistakes   That confined me to utter obscurity