Is it the end, or is it just me?

Will it happen that we’ll be set free?

Chaos is near: the fear of all fears



Shall we continue to hope when faith starts to bleed?



When truth isn’t told and still controls a fold…I feel blind

I’m questioning myself but I can’t find…



I try to dream but sleep took off.

I felt not sure and went for a walk.



It is the end and we are not to blame.

We’ll feel free at last and the game will end

This game will end…



I feel like I’ve been told lies from the day I was born

Enacting a story that is not mine, is it enough of a burden?



I try to climb between the doubts that are surrounding my mind

I don't feel free and guess what; I don’t feel that I’m being me.