Insomnia

Exposed to the devil's street.
I'm wearing hate under my
Faces, I can not recognize.

Insomniac, so cold,
Identity gets blurred,
I'm hiding
those skins for too long.

I wage my war ,
This is my own fucking war

Deceptions
On every fucking single thought,
No one will ever
Push this out of me.

There is no contrast when everything gets blurred

There is nothing true

Is the whole world running backwards ?
Is this the right place to find a path?
Is anyone hearing
Those screams for aid ?
Insomniac, so cold,
Identity gets blurred,
I'm hiding
Those skins for too long.