Dementia, right now you embrace me,
and the light of goodsense extinguish in me.
This world that they called madness is infinite and grotesque. Far away, in the reallity,
I can hear that someone crys for me.
Sometimes I can see to the real thing through thick distortive glasses.
Just the pain is the same in both worlds,
and mournful toll of a far bell,
shoots in my mind terrible sensations,
I'm plunging on the gloomy labyrinth of dementia.
Far away, in the reality,
I can hear that someone crys for me,
Just the pain is the same in both worlds,
I'm plunging on the gloomy labyrinth of dementia.
