I've a thousand ways to ruin all,
But I'm walking to poor choices
A negative pulse will be searching for me
Immobilised in the cerebral cell
I'm observing my stepsin vain
Are you coming to poison my remarks?
This grating
Offers
Protective trees and feeble barriers,
But is too distant,
The innocence's round dance
My various eyes are melting,
'cause the past is kidding me with the same
Consoling mask,
(But) I'm coming to The Passage,
The exit from this opaque, filthy case
Come to listenit's so refined the whisper of my rise
(I'm) coming to the passage!