Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion
The eternal silence leads to oblivion

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion
The eternal silence leads to oblivion

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation, rigor, baroque, minimalism

I'm like this music that twists around itself
That gets torn and recomposes
That gets torn and recomposes

I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living

Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain

Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream
Longing for entering the mystery of visible
For tasting the sweet horror vacui

I listen to the silence
I listen to the silence
Blood, blood, blood
Blood and confusion
Blood, blood, blood
Blood and confusion

I feed myself
Myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations
Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things

I listen to the silence
I listen to the silence
Blood, blood, blood
Blood and confusion
Blood, blood, blood
Blood and confusion

I perceive something tragic here
And my mind is blood and confusion
I perceive something tragic here
And my mind is blood and confusion
Blood and confusion