[Music: Gabriel Andrade & Lyrics: Gabriel Andrade, George Rolim]
I am feeling tormented, I feel….
Something will happen
I'm in a haste,
Being trapped, can't break the air around
I only see unhuman forms
A blur, a shining screen that comes alive
At the moment I just realize
The sensation of mighty hands
I pike and tear it out from me
fraying the life for a new born man
As track back to myself
Realizing we still convicted
We are non constricted lives
Assuming that all around are mortify
What a cornered man...what I should do to...
Hear the whisper from the uprising ghosts
They are seeking for a guilted mind
The wicked one, destroyer of my judgment
I'm living blinded into my torment