Lost inside myself.
They all seem to be so naive.
I couldn't stop, couldn't dare to stop.
Fear is all around me.
Help.
Nothing matters, not even your mistakes.
Up and down, some. they won't feel your break.
At least I can lean on something.
Death is all around us now, but we stand as if we laugh at it.
I can't describe the amount of remorse.
I have destroyed this world, even though I have been asked to save it.
Nothing is proper anymore,
and when I see these heretics, I want to kill them.
How dare they.
I don't feel neither pure nor less sinner,
as expected.
Another element has been added recently:
I am alone.
Nothing will change that fact: I hate them, and.. well, if I only had some money to go,
I'm sure I wouldn't keep it in.
They don't know.. but they are going to kill us all.
Being human is.
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