My head carries the heavyness of a thousand worlds in war It would be no different, far From the human existence My eyes carry a discrete, conformed sadness My mouth a bitter, unpleasant taste My head carries the heavyness of a thousand worlds in war It would be no different, far (from the human essence) My eyes carry a discrte sadness that only see the blind My chest, an empty and colded heart My ignorance is a mirror of my dependence Of keeping machines and numbers work My anger can't explain what's this sickness That make all my gears bleed and burn My ignorance is a mirror of my dependence Of keeping machines and numbers work My anger can't explain what's this sickness That make all my gears bleed and burn