Obsolete

Words without thoughts reverberate in an empty space

Without lies, without truth or sense

Inner thoughts are the main disease germ

Spreading through body and soul it leaves imaginary pain

No fear to look forward, not frightened to face the last entrance

The gate that contains the freezing of the stir

Trying to remember the faces of the ones that went before you

Realize there's no way to return in time

Accepted the wreckage of the body

Depend on care to reach the end of the path you want to walk

Ignoring the fact that you can't reach it on your own

The germ inside your mind gets the overhand

Stopped listening to those who give advice

Convinced that life is as easy for you as you see it around you

Establish, together with pain, the voices inside were wrong

Staring to the darkness that brings along the silence to

think about a miserable day

No need to live forever, but why do we have to decline?

Feeling jealousy for those who died before their mind

The more thoughts come, the lesser they make sense

Memories, bringing you back to your youth, the spring of your life.

Where there was no place for sorrow, but time for pleasure

while imagining the brightest future

As ages went by, reaching the lifetime summer, there started to

come regrets by realizing life wasn't what you expected

Now, in the autumn of life, cruelty, pain, hate, pleasure...

You've had it all, don't need it no more

Just hungry for one experience, hoping your winter comes

before your mind will be lost forever in your past