...Dark Hymn...

I'm crying over to see

I was screaming to shout

I was sobbing to cry

Just to show I was hurt

'bout the drama I feel

To the sound of the song

To the notes of the words

To the voice of the lips

that playback's again,

To this head of my mind

To the nerves of this brain

and to the mem'ries of days.

Daydreaming again,

'bout the past life of mine,

connected to the sound of my livings

To the hour of my minute

To the minutes of our seconds

To the seconds of day,of every moving.

I just hate being clumsy,

Like a puppet on strings,

Cannot control the life,

the living I want

without the sounds of those endless sadness

created by the string of guitar

with the snuffle sound of the throat

don't want to listen anymore

to the song makes me hurt,

the assassin of ears,

From ears to the brain

From brain to the nerves,

From nerves to the cell,

little by little killing me,

the sound of the song killer.