Psycho Mindz - Broken Answers

Ants walk on my face
I'm sorry, but this poor boy it's already dead
Without identity
Without any dignity
And no longer resisting
I beg give me some purity
Saying good-bye freedom
And surrounded by tears and faint smiles
The mirror reflecting other image
Choking me with the fake

My wings became thorns and were pulled from me
[God is taking away from me the only things that I believe]
The weak body and the buried personality that here dies
[I'm suffocating with the broken answers that makes me to cry]

And now I feel broken, afraid, thinking
The things really change?
Who does the first step?
Who is the martyr at this time?
Don't count on me
I don't want to be the hero
I only want to have certainty
That my time I don't waste
Hey you, remove the right conclusion of that everything!
Hey you, the things about you, from me I remove

Great moments
Frozen times
Omitting for my convenience, desires and dreams
Broken answers
Fucked dreams
Inhibited for my convenience, things I don't like