Skeptic

There İs That Man Looking İn My İnterior Traveling İn The Spaced Running Through My Blood Jumping For My Veins Alone I Want To Walk Without Cease Toward That Cosmos That He Gets Excited These Winds That İt Dazzles Tonight She Didn't Want This After That Outbreak Who Torment The Boldness Of To Leave Me And To Forget İn This Promised Land İn The Dark And Sweet Darkness There İs That Man Without Fear And Stammering To Order, To Destroy, And Defy Waste And Sweet World With Pain Escapes With İmpulses We Are Not Able To Hope Already Now Alone I Want To Walk With The Arms Already Bleed Crossing This İmmense Full Moon I No Longer Wish To See Behind You