You

You, prisoner of your own circumstances

You, condomless sex and one night stands

You, city of madness melting into the dark

You dreamer of a lucid form of feeling

Why dont you give the mirror a truce
Why?
Why?
Why dont you?
Escape from who you really are..


You, the shivering reflection of the mispent days in sorrow
You, innocent creature torn between the mind and the heart
You, The bleeding wound of the mother spirit
You,  so full of your emptiness

Why dont you stop breathing the air?

Why?

Why?

Why dont you?

Escape from what they told you to become.

You, abortion of a system that aims for perfection

You, naive incarnation of a once un-polluted unborn kid

You, hard working spirit that never gives up

You, result of a broken light and never ending misunderstandings

You, the bastard blood running through our veins

You, the broken voice that angels try to fix

You, the distorted sound of passing moment

You, and your "on the go" distant society

You, the bullet into apathy´s head

You, the motor of the revolution

You, standing inside of a sea of words unable to speak

You, learning to plant seeds in wireless garden filled with crooked white lines

Why dont you walk away

Why?

Why?

Why dont you?

Go back to your origins

You, the shelter for a harsh and cold hearted place

You, tech saavy little "know it all"

You, so wired that you forget your conection

You, so dead that you forget to remember how does it feel

You, disposable brain

re-usable skin

You, emotional tyrant 

crawl inside reality

Would you ever be able to see that you have been

diving into someone else´s PARADISE.

You, selfish and lonesome star

go back to where you belong

because you were made from hope

because you ARE probably an accident

Because you are the light that no one else dares to see.