I don't remember how it really happened –
Nor When...
But I was caught and sent to an uncommon room...
Made of chains... made of eyes... and made of... I can't say
But I could feel the harm of their aggressive, and so sad, spirits...
And the room moved on.... on....on...

The trip did not last long but I was borne to a place I did not know.
A place I had never even imagined...
Who could have?
So far from what I believed.

Not a real place so to say.
Oh... This place...

...The machinery is actuating...

A GREAT and OLD building lost inside of their mind
I don't really know where, don't know why
Bleak and isolated, it is rounded by fields.
What do they cultivate? And they Yield?

It looks like a prison - Is it...? Do I...? Do you...?
Let me speak.... Oh please, please... let me one word or two...

Silence seems to rule here... only far muffled knocks
Something is drawing near... Eyes and words made of rock

Corridors – Cold
Doors – closed
A Cell – Someone
Me...

I can not run - can not see - I can't breathe anymore - I can't flee (x2)


Under a gun - made of words - I must be dreaming - Please awake me
Under a gun - made of words - A judgment of my identity