Slave Testo

This false sun doesn't heat me,
it's shining, yes, but doesn't heat my blood
Loneliness embraces me,
Sometimes dandles me and becomes my sun

Psychological violence
Illusion gives me a dim relief in vain

Nude insanity, I'm running around in circles
but I never find again that I leave, I always find new incitements for new pain.
And the circle becomes a sphere that lives of own-energy,
I can also stay stable.
I don't rule anymore.
I'm my brain slave.

Under all levels - my frustration
Inside the nucleus - my suffering.. in vain!

This false rain doesn't wet me,
it leaves my lips arid, my skin dry
Fear embraces me,
sometimes dandles me and becomes my rain