Repetition of my behaviour Is an everlasting course of scenes That run after one another Fixed points of a vicious circle That I wasn't able to break Of a schematic existence As futile as my own behaviour My life is a long journey Through the desolate ways of time A course of infinite sensations within myself Companions of my destiny Unrelenting and obscure omen of d**h A sad certainty The sole step of my existence Which will make me alike those around me I've ever lived without thinking about it Jealously keeping within me The phobia of what will happen That morbid fear which day by day Has worn out my thoughts Rendering my life a slow agonizing suicide Giving birth to my deepest anguish Aware of not existing Revelation of the obscure omen Achievement of my destiny Now I realize I've never really lived I think over the infinity of things that I could have done But my courage failed Desires... never fullfilled Dreams... never realized Because of stupid fears I feel I have thrown away a lot of time that was at my disposal During the journey of my life Into the obscure abyss of forgetfullness and depression That journey which was not so long as I imagined