Behind Blind Eyes

No one comes to feed me

No one cares to heal me

No one needs to save me

No one dares to look into my eyes

I feel like a lost word

Trapped somewhere and somehow

In the blank pages of an unwritten book

Mankind looks at me

Just like a fool or a madman

But it doesn’t know that in my world all is full of grace

Grace is in my arms

Trapped in this strait-jacket

Grace in this white room

Empty for your blind eyes but so crowded for my mind

Gray is your life

A perennial pursuit for a formal perfection

I can see deep through you

The nothingness of your souls

A black shroud on your emotions

Choked by your plastic goals

Finally your time has come

Now decadence and decay

Leave scars on your faces

And damage like a surgical blade

I feel like a lost word

Trapped somewhere and somehow

In the blank pages of an unwritten book

Mankind looks at me

Just like a fool or a madman

But it doesn’t know that in my world all is full of grace

Grace is in my arms

Trapped in this strait-jacket

Grace in this white room

Empty for your blind eyes but so crowded for my mind

Gray is your life

A perennial pursuit for a formal perfection

No one (will) leave to feed

(I don’t) need anyone to save me

I took my decision

I don’t want to be part

Of this ridiculous

Circus of puppets

Trapped in a pathetic screenplay

Until they die