I think of a gloomy dust All this sleeps in me (I'm lost) Insanity over all The mist of perfection is behind the second dream (outside) Insidiuos line Where is the line? The pressure and the crisis drowned Open passage out of this line Behind the secret out of this town A future for your rotting mind You're the bury, I'm the suffering of this empty breath A future for your bright disease Where the scream embraces and opens the mind Behind the timid regression we are the price Behind the night The prison of behind