Man's Life Is the Wolf's Death

I live all alone leaving minutes off
I won't walk … I travel thinking about
Me changing something out of this, but
This exists before you and me swim in this mud.

But I am wrong again
One in a million of solitudes
I can't climb my stairs
Trapped by the heaviest mask
I won't spread my chest
Pumping between anger and lust
I pray The Lord to rest
But my heart still beats.

I have become to feel so weird so
Far, so strange in this viscous life
Roots over me drowning, choking
Life, I must dry, fall and feed the grass before I burn.

But I am wrong again
I can't climb my stairs
I won't spread my chest
But my heart still beats.

Now, that I am all alone… I know that i've always been, I will always be… I don't pretend otherwise.

I am getting old, and something I don't know
Sucks my sap, consumes my old smile
An immortal hell with demons that feed on dull years
A life, that is death, doesn't end if you don't breathe
I look back and the road seems so curved and rough
Before me all is straight.

I thrashed you, you loved me… but I owned my reason
Over and over… I tried to conceal
What in me should be less than a simple fear
Older and colder… we just approach to fall.