• The way I am is not to mention,
    I only smile to suit the tension.
    The way I move to lower my head,
    It is only because I act like I am dead.

    The way I look, the way I breathe,
    for maybe I am nothing but a Devils seed.
    The way i smile, when ever I stumble,
    It is only because my soul comes to crumble.

    My stand, my blood, bright as the sun,
    it makes me realize, there is nowhere to run.
    My soul that is imprisoned in a cage of glass,
    everything I see, it is fake, it is false.