Once again the days
Desire the change.
Why so soon the days
Need change again.

Not good for my dream,
To conceive a unique album.
Where rhymes would be,
In only one sort of rhythm.
Should be in the rhythm of pain.

Behind a great struggle,
I have got the proper setting.
Moreover you inane,
After grabbing my everything.
Snatching even now my sore strain.

Nothing else but the,
Affliction of your abomination.
Gives me enough spirit,
To inscribe such composition.
So furthermore, you should abstain.

Not yet, you must end,
Frolic of enmity of anger.
Otherwise, for my dream,
It can generate a danger.
So dear, come after a respite again.