Orphan of Emptiness - Patria

A pair of alive bright eyes

Are the windows of a huge and desert world

A king alone in an empty empire

Little soul of loneliness and madness

Being surrounded but living alone.

Don’t see anyone and be watched by all.

It’s a twisted and meaningless smile.

That hide your fears and obsessions.

Orphan of emptiness

Each whisper is a storm in my mind

Each touch is like a razors in the flesh

Each point of light is like the death

Of a thousand stars

And every tear I shed

Have the taste of thousand deaths

Mandatory misanthropy

Or sick individualism?

Where the creation has failed

Or where the will triumphed?

A prison without walls

Or a hermetic world?

To give wings to madness

Or to give madness to senses?