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 $#&@ing war


Deceptions
On every $#&@ing 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.