The Funeral Of My Soul | Chapter IV

-Last night was my last day has a human being,
It remains the basic characteristics of what I use to be,
But not a single, clear, identifiable emotion...

When everything seems to falling apart
I rather became some one else,
Some one how doesn’t care about anything,
Some one how takes all and give nothing,
A reaper if you want…
Cause I’ll never be the way I want,
This old ideal must change, evolve.

And in order to accept my new skin,
I shut my self inside
and try to don’t be able to feel,
I close the gates for anyone how wants to watch,
The freak show it’s over.

This is the funeral of my soul
And everyone is invited,
Come to se how my kingdom burns to ashes,
Come and take what ever you want,
I don’t need anything what’s inside.
And when my time arrive
I’ll be ready for built a new empire.