Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset

spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces

The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb

life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands

Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature

the bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth

I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine

the grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes

The tyrant of life triumphed