Obsolete

Words without thoughts reverberate in an empty space
Without lies, without truth or sense
Inner thoughts are the main disease germ
Spreading through body and soul it leaves imaginary pain
No fear to look forward, not frightened to face the last entrance
The gate that contains the freezing of the stir

Trying to remember the faces of the ones that went before you
Realize there's no way to return in time
Accepted the wreckage of the body
Depend on care to reach the end of the path you want to walk
Ignoring the fact that you can't reach it on your own
The germ inside your mind gets the overhand
Stopped listening to those who give advice
Convinced that life is as easy for you as you see it around you

Establish, together with pain, the voices inside were wrong
Staring to the darkness that brings along the silence to
think about a miserable day
No need to live forever, but why do we have to decline?
Feeling jealousy for those who died before their mind
The more thoughts come, the lesser they make sense
Memories, bringing you back to your youth, the spring of your life.
Where there was no place for sorrow, but time for pleasure
while imagining the brightest future

As ages went by, reaching the lifetime summer, there started to
come regrets by realizing life wasn't what you expected
Now, in the autumn of life, cruelty, pain, hate, pleasure...
You've had it all, don't need it no more
Just hungry for one experience, hoping your winter comes
before your mind will be lost forever in your past