Race from death
©2005 Adriân Lozäno

I'm a pen out of ink
I'm not in pain, I've got no relief.
I can't find out what's this,
I can't figure out what's next.

There's no way to change
I can't mean the steps I've made.
I can't complain!
There's no light ahead,
we feel insane, tired brains.

Please... remember my name
do not stay so close in these days.
I can't find out my self.
I can't figure out my face!

See how my dirty hands can
easily build, easily kill.
I can't hurt you, I don't want to,
I'm gonna search you to awake from death.

There's no way to change
I can't mean the steps I've made.
I can't complain!
There's no light ahead,
we feel insane, tired brains.