Blindfolded Centuries

The awakening is brutal and the strange places around me

And both quiet and distressing

The urge to vomit is back

In my inside world I think I've crossed the line

Swear and tears run on my skin

I feel the same pain again.

The ashes of my past life still burn

And cycle of my being is back in a new beginning

The first fruits of a second childhood which is more obscure and twisted

How could I forgive?

Ho could I forget?

During my soul crossed

Blindfolded centuries

The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be

Appears to me with unbearable brutality

This morning looks like the others

And I feel dizzy in front of the immobility of my existence

I've seen my equals cross the blindfolded centuries

And fall around me

Each time born in a different dimension

My own sick representations

Which perhaps only exist through me

But today begins my new life

In this pure white room

I can't move, the chains are back

To tell me that my torments are not over

I can just look at this new birth, powerless

The first breath's so painful

Blindfolded centuries

The pathetic reflection of all I was frightened to be

Appears to me with unbearable brutality

All that I believed being a part of me in this entity

Is just a fucking illusion