I can't see.. I can't taste... but i can feel
as the poor suffering fears
when the d**h knocks at the door
I sickly apprehend those long and gloomy nights
the awakening calls
making an unbearable noise
ouh.. I know
day after day... it's back
and my patience
is exhaust to a consciousness level
that i cannot seize
the time and his notions penetrate me
all over my body
I must fear my own self
on the slippery wall... where i crawl