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