Delirium through smoke stabs my being again,
alters my essence metamorphic, metaphoric, hilarious and decadent.
Millions of images heap in the same point
and fall together in my spiral of destruction.
Hitting life's screen… Reverberating,
modifying, moulding all my thoughts.
By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.
By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.
By smoke diffused. By smoke confused.
Trying to find some answers I built my reality.
Deformed cycles of life are all what I could see.
I fight to drive my mind again to what I am
This foggy smoke is corrupting me,
What I've created I must destroy.
A crystal wall I raised around me
to protect myself from every hurting thing.
It's hard to see this reality.
Life is always easy if you don't live it.
I'm hidden behind this shield of glass,
which is blurring me to the others and the other way round.
By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.
By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.
So many reasons pull me under,
I cannot stand this state.
To drain the pain I fill my mind with illusions,
it's better to give up to the streams of emptiness.
Exaltation leads my way.
I try to fight every day against myself.
Self-Punishment is the right way to be me.
What I've created
I must destroy.
By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón / Sergi Gracia

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