In this synthethic years
Where life's frenetic you can't stop for a second
And think at your poor soul....

An heart that beat
Full of passion
For his hopes...and dreams
Seems to be lost forever
In this cold existence...

....cold existence

When i'll speak to you
You'll not understand a word

I don't come from heaven
I don't come from hell
I am not... just like you

Cold eyes... fragile mind

You can't see when i crawl
You can't see when i mourn

Synthetic years...