I felt a chill down my spine Something tightening deep in my belly Questioning what comes next Is there any ambition here? Is there any purpose in this? What I’ve done so far still doesn’t show I’m walking in this land where nothing grows Only fear within me Where are the promises to be a better man? When I sink into the same circle of this fucking frenzy Unable to forget The deliverance In the habit of living under everyone’s feet I beg for dismissal Like a gray stone How can I tell my own story? Expose versions of me carved in my memory With so many lies Wasting my time, muttering in split seconds An insignificant being, almost in a natural coma Forced to see and live things I never wanted Followed by Nothing behind A minute just passed I live tired of all this, just asking For something to warm this delirious cold in my belly Or thoughts that take me out of here Where’s my ambition? And the day goes by So fast that I no longer recognize me anymore I want to build something That endures Something that breaks Time and space Where’s my ambition then? In many places I saw My hope leaving me The scars of memories burn There’s no road to return Ghosts of a feverish past I’m sick of being sad What have I become? A rusted piece under the sun As a matter of fact I’m not good enough I’m not strong enough This sounds bad enough On my deathbed I can only peel back the layers of myself Hoping to find the most beautiful petal The one that stands out among the others Disregarding the fact That so much time was lost