To express what I feel
To tell what I need
Not to fear anymore
And then walking without chains
All these nights dreaming awake
Creating my own cosmos
Being the God of my own jail
Creating my own people
Making a perfect world in own self
Where everybody obeys me
Building friendly and fragile cities
Where everybody is afraid of me
My whises becomes reality not even thinking about it
People exists here
People exists here
My pleasures carry out 'cause I order it
People is dead
People is dead
People is dead
To express what I feel
To tell what I need
Not to fear anymore
And then walking without chains
I mix myself among them like another one
I speak without any effort
I'm listened and I listen
I talk about what I feel and I listen to their feelings
Both feelings fusionate being mutual
I feel myself relaxed, in harmony and unworried
(yeah)
But everything goes down cities melt
People break down, planets creak like dry ground because
Everything are puppets of madness that try to lie me
And I'm the stupid puppeteer that moves the threads of my intelligence
*I need to leave living between puppets, I want the real world
I need to feel living people not been programmed
Not to be pushed by their terrific look
To deeply breathe with nobody stealing the air
But everything's absurd nothing's better outside
Than into my autistic refuge
