Natura Conflict

Silence and pain
Falling in love
In a cold desert
I become
In a untruly statement
I belive
Dark neons
Eyes fixed with
Life's rumble
Iced tears
Replace my sweat
The lighthouse's door
Is always dark
In the cristian cradle
Satan was born

And as a mountain
Without highness
I breathe without air
I cry without tears
I scream without sound

Glass tinckles
Wind said to me
So many words
I can't understand all of them
Cold blow paralise
Your inner jewel
Your concent tie up
Your own blindfold
Faked belivers contradict
What they've proclaim.

Walk me on this black trail
Face me showing your fears
Through down without a safety net
Speed up my inner consumation.
Set free this arrested desires
Calculate your future with
Numbers of your past