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• Artiste: Gorod
• Titre: Gilded Cage
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This obsessive picture, indistinct These trail of smiles, goodwill Just to wake up and hear all these cries in my head As a union of what and who we are sweeps through Unconscious and unspeakable Just to wake up and see This final aim we don't suspect Why are these feelings darkened my nights Again and again? All made of fear, isolation and confusion Bigger than the desolation my life was made of before... Have I to close my eyes again? Have I to loose these bearings so hard to regain? This hope wasn't it of my own Why me? I don't want to I want to stay in this paradise that open new Helldoors But this increasingly strong feeling is obnoxious to me A total control of my existence is suffocating me The pleasure to feel the fear urges me to go far from here A jail of delight Not without a shadow Why I, a common citizen, having days seeing Having days seeing only the happiness of my people I made my choice, this desolation outside May be our true reconstruction I close my eyes again And disappear into this world I've hated so much But through which I live tree again To live free again